First of all, THANK YOU for the overwhelming amount of love and support. Each and every one of you reading this, every message, every visit, thank you. Now pop a squat, and eat some frozen grapes because it gives life meaning. Kidding, but they are amazing and I’m pretty sure I’m 85% frozen grapes, 15% cancer now.
I realized that I didn’t go into detail about my diagnosis… So here I go!
Well over a year ago, I felt a small lump in my breast and at that time I thought nothing of it. Being 24 (at the time) why would I think anything of it? A few months later, I noticed it again but only bigger than I remembered. I wasn’t worried much so my next OBGYN appointment I very subtly mentioned that there was a lump, and asked her to examine. So she did… and said nothing. Me *okay cool nothing to worry about.*
From THEN, it grew drastically bigger and more noticeable that it felt like the size of a golf ball. No matter what size breasts you may have, a lump that big becomes noticeable and concerning. I decided to contact my doctor to get a second opinion on the lump. I really was just hoping to get another silent reaction which in my eyes meant “Jessica you weirdo. You’re 25 it’s just part of the breast. Now don’t worry about it again.” The appointment with my doctor took no longer than ten minutes. She immediately felt the lump and requested an ultrasound. (Note: because of my age, she wanted only wanted to do the ultrasound because it was safer for my age.)
The ultrasound results lead to a biopsy, the biopsy results lead to a diagnosis of Invasive Ductal Carcinoma. After the diagnosis, many more tests were done including a mammogram and all testing confirmed that yes, this 25 year old does have cancer.
Now those of you know who know me, know how I always try and remain positive. The reason I’m still here is because I decided to choose positivity almost five years ago. However, I would be lying if I said this diagnosis is a walk in park. The moment I received the phone call from my doctor asking me to come in to discuss the biopsy results, I knew I had cancer. I cried, and cried, and tried cleaning to distract me from crying but it just turned into a big, loud, vacuuming ,sobbing, cry session. By the time I arrived to my doctor’s office, I accepted my soon to be reality, life with cancer. The weeks to follow have been nothing short of a roller coaster ride. You know like, egg freezing, hair buzzing, hair falling out, nuclear bone scans, the usual. This ride is not easy, but I have some pretty awesome people in my corner & have met some of the toughest fighters on the way. This includes a 36 year old breast cancer fighter that I now schedule hydration dates with. You can view her blog here. It’s amazing. She’s amazing.
Part two of this blog will follow next week. Chemotherapy has turned me into the napping queen, the sleepy queen, the mushy brain queen and quite frankly, I don’t have the energy to write right now queen. Tomorrow is the first day of the semester for me, so I need all the coherent brain cells left that I can get.
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Until next time! ❤