My Husband and Breast Cancer

Thank you for visiting; although this blog has taken me far longer to write than I had ever anticipated. If you look at the dates, you'll know that I am very behind. I apologize in advance for that.

This is the story of my fight with Stage IV breast cancer. When I was 29 years old, the cancerous tumor in my breast was misdiagnosed as a cyst. My hope is that this blog will help other women to learn to ask for a mammogram or even a biopsy if they feel something suspicious in their breast, regardless of their age. You must be your own advocate!

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I’m debating whether I should tell my husband that the Radiologist wants to biopsy the mysterious area in my breast. God love him, but Michael is just not very stable. I once dubbed him, “The Italian Version of Richard Lewis” and those who know Michael, know what I mean- and, what I put up with. I just know that if tell him that I need to have a procedure, he’s going to go out of his mind with worry, and I don’t have a tranquilizer dart to shoot him with. After all, why should I worry him when it could be nothing?