biopsy

Trying to control my fear, I stand, half-naked, as my eyes dart about the darkened room and its unfamiliar instruments. Before
At some point I'll make this post less bland but for now here it is because: cramps, biopsy. I suppose I could just say I
For the past 40 years, which is how long I have been in journalism, I have had a nose for news. So I guess it was not surprising that the news I received recently involved my nose.
I know I'm one of the lucky ones. It was relatively small incident, and I can go right back to living my otherwise stellar life. I know that for some people it changes everything irrevocably and their lives are never what they hoped they would be again. I know that for a thankfully smaller minority, it is a death sentence.
Call it what you will. Denial. Immaturity. Insanity. But then again, having a year of breast cancer, brain tumors, and -- plot twist! -- possible uterine cancer, and that's an insanity on a whole different level. Given the choice, I'll side with a superhero insanity any day.
I get warm inside when I see other survivors telling their story and promoting early detection. Wow. That week felt like
Instead of going into something blindfolded, you are able to physically and mentally prepare yourself, be strong, and hope for the best outcome. Knowledge is power.
Still, some researchers question what that study -- or others undermining the case for routine screening at 40 -- really
Three weeks ago, when the threat of breast cancer entered my life, I decided to hang up my blogging hat for a breather. Frankly, I felt everything but witty. The words, large mass on left breast, left me paralyzed with fear. Me, the woman who shrinks from nothing. I panicked.
don't think I would be here today, sharing my journey with you, had I chosen to battle and fight against cancer. I would have depleted what little physical and emotional resources I had.
Just like so many of my beautiful readers, I am facing a serious health crisis. I am anxious, I am scared, I have started crying every time my eldest son throws a strike from the pitcher's mound because life has changed in an instant and I fear, oh how I fear, I won't be around to see him pitch next year.
Many of us would be afraid to share what we had been through, but as you can see Brandy's list was courageous, ambitious, open and a very encouraging read on Christmas Eve.
Have you ever been anxious about undergoing a stressful medical procedure such as a mammogram or MRI scan, or something even
Unanswered questions feel a lot like claustrophobia. So do MRIs. And news about clustering of nuclei, of spindle cells.
I went in for my mammogram as usual, and the nurse stated that I would receive my results in the mail. A few weeks later, I received a letter from the hospital stating that they wanted me to come in for more testing.
I am usually perfectly capable of holding a conversation via my Bluetooth connection while driving my car. Almost three years ago, I received a phone call from a close relative that caused me to pull over to the side of the road to give the call my absolute attention.
I am not angry at my doctor. I feel compassion for her, because she was trained in the mechanical model, but I write this today for myself, as a reminder that it is okay to take my time and listen to my body, even if there are time pressures and the schedules of others to accommodate.
I still remember the day I found out.
The time for a new approach for men and prostate cancer screening has now come. But you must be persistent and seek a new course.