Almost a year now…
Tomorrow marks the one year anniversary of my first biopsy. I remember thinking “nothing bad ever happens on Bastille Day…” (hah) Two days later, on the 16th, I received the call telling me there was “a little bit of cancer, there” and I remember thinking how odd that MDs don’t have a similar education to we nurses…a nurse would never have said it that way.
Giving false hope, diminishing or impersonalizing the news is not good—you never want to say “THE breast” you want to say “your breast” to keep it personal…you never want to give false hopes, or diminsish the diagnosis by saying “a little bit of cancer.” What the fuck is “a little bit of cancer?”
It’s still cancer, isn’t it?
I mean…am I going to have to have a “little bit of surgery” or a “little bit of chemo and radiation?”
He’s a good guy, and it’s not his fault he’s an MD and not a nurse. But these are the things I remember, and probably always will. One year. It’s incredible—it seems like only yesterday, and yet so long ago.
