A little over a year ago my mom and I made a quick trip down to Hurricane Utah to spend a few days with my Grandparents. My Grandma had just had her yearly mammogram and when the results came back, they wanted to do a biopsy, which she had done a few days before we got there. The night we arrived, the phone rang. Grandma took the call in her bedroom and I stood in the kitchen, watching my mom who stood at the door. When she came out to the dining room, where we were clearing the table, she simply said, "I have breast cancer."
Grandpa literally reeled, dropped the bowl of salad in his hand to the floor and braced himself with both hands. A lump rose in my throat and I froze. I had no idea what to say & looked to my mom for support. Soon Grandma was had surgery, chemo, radiation, and now she's better.
Then 6 months ago, when my mom went in for her mammogram they saw some "calcifications". They wanted to keep an eye on them and scheduled another mammo in 6 months. The new mammo was a couple of weeks ago, where they saw that nothing had changed. Calcifications still there. The Dr. that read this mammo said he wanted to check them out & scheduled a biopsy. In my mom's own words, "...I found my self with my left breast hanging through a hole, like I was ice-fishing with booby-bate. I just hope, with the metal markers now in both of the girls, I don't set off any alarms." (love her sense of humor!)
After the biopsy it was time to wait. Then yesterday, a few minutes before work ended, I got a call from my mom. "Hey! Come over to the house after work!" She sounded normal & happy. "Okay! ...Why?"
"I have something to tell you." She still sounded normal and honestly, I didn't think anything of it until I pulled up into the driveway and saw my brothers cars there too.
I walked in and she said, "I have cancer". Then she half laughed and started to cry, which made me start crying too. We both did the chuckle/cry which is when you are crying, but you feel like such a boob and don't want to be crying, so you kind of chuckle too while thinking, "Is this really happening?"
And that is what I was thinking. Is this really happening? It seem so surreal. You can read my mom's own words here. They caught it early, and if there's a "good" kind of cancer this is it. Very treatable and I'm sure she'll be fine. I just need to keep telling myself that. I can't let myself think anything other than that, or I fly into hysterics. She will be fine.
Tomorrow she's scheduled for surgery and I know I'll be spending a lot of time on my knees tonight and tomorrow. I believe that He hears our prayers, and I believe in faith to be healed. I know she'll be okay. She will be fine.
Still, cancer is a bitch.