In July of 2009 I was a healthy 49-year-old woman dreading turning 50. Then I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Suddenly turning 50 was very, very important to me.
Let me back up a bit… I was blessed to be adopted as an infant. As such there is much about my family medical history that I don’t know. Because of that fact my doctor followed the protocol of mammograms beginning at age 40. His forethought may well have saved my life.
My doctor said it was nothing. Yes, my breast was swollen, but there was no lump and nothing showed on the mammogram. She thought maybe it was fluid. So we did an ultrasound, and nothing showed on that either. I left the doctor’s office with one breast that didn’t match the other and with the feeling that something was really wrong. A month later, I found out I was right.