I had it. You have it. Breast Cancer sucks.
I looked at my phone wondering why she is calling me. Our kids no longer attend the same school. We are at most casual acquaintances. I answer a little hesitantly. She identifies herself and pauses. Then she continued: I had a mammogram, and I, well I heard that you too, uh….um. I have what you had, I have DCIS in my breast. I have breast cancer.” Her voice is trembling. The former social worker in me surfaces. I ask direct questions so that she can regain composure:
When was your mammogram, where did you have it done? When is your next appointment? With whom? Have you met with a surgeon yet?
She answered each question. She took a deep breath.
I said, “I’m so sorry. I am sorry this is happening to you. You must be overwhelmed. It’s strange to hear the words breast cancer.”
She agreed and added, “Why is this happening to me?”
I wonder that too, every day. And yet it is happening. My friend summarized it as: we all got married, we all started having kids, our kids started school, then sports, and now we’re at the age where some of us are getting breast cancer diagnoses.
Can we chalk it up to a developmental milestone?
After my caller went through her series of appointments, I gave a brief version of my summer. My June of being diagnosed and agonizing over treatment options, my July of surgery and recovery, and then August finally ending my summer of 2016. The kids returned to school. Labor Day is here. I am ready for the summer to be over, for my recovery time to be completed, for this ordeal to be ending.
I hope I was supportive. I hope I was educational and helpful. I hope she felt heard.
It’s strange to hear the oncologist say to me: come back in three months for your follow-up. It’s strange to have conversations with people about having breast cancer. It’s strange to experience a thrill over being contacted, being someone who has gone through something and can offer guidance.
She agreed, “It is strange to now be seeing an oncologist.”
My follow up is at the end of October. A ways off. Strange how much can happen in a few months.