My Fight with Breast Cancer

I met with a surgical oncologist, Dr. G, at the Mayo Clinic today.  At the Mayo Clinic, they have a specific office, just for breasts.  I think it’s called the “Breast Center” or something like that.  My husband joked that it sounds like the “best place in the whole wide world”, but it wasn’t quite as he fantasized.  You can always count on Michael to make boob jokes, even at the most inappropriate times.  He is 34, going on 17.

We arrived at the Breast Center and sat down with the doctor.  He had reviewed the mammogram images that I had sent over from the radiologist that I had seen a few weeks ago; he expressed concern with these images and asked that I have a few more tests taken at the Mayo Clinic.

Then, he examined my breast.  He made note that my nipple was beginning to invert and I had a strange dry patch on my skin, just above my areola.  He also carefully felt the lymph nodes under my armpit, as well as the lymph nodes in my neck. 

I was very taken by how capable and intelligent Dr. G seemed.  I am certain that I am in the very best hands, literally.  He was not able to tell me anything definite at this appointment; rather, he examined me and ordered some tests.  Still, it felt good to know that he wasn’t blindly rushing me into surgery like the first doctor was going to do.