Back to the beginning....

I had skipped this part, because somewhere along way, or in one of the many moves, I lost the original pathology report.  Or I burned it in a fit of pique.  I honestly don't recall.  So, I requested a copy from my oncologist.  We sat and read it on the computer screen together.  I could feel my eyes getting wider and wider and ultimately uttered, "holy shit."  I said I had often second guessed the mastectomy, because an awful lot of people feel a mastectomy is "unnecessary."  His comment;  "yeah, YOU needed a mastectomy." 

Here it is in a nutshell"  "Metastatic poorly differentiated infiltrating ductal carcinoma involving two of fifteen axillary lymph nodes."  There's a bunch of medical mumbo jumbo, but net/net, no clean margins and involved lymph nodes.  And I was 35. 

Crap.

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