There is no way to say this, but to say it: I have breast cancer. That is bad news. The good news is that I have the most common kind (invasive ductal carcinoma) and the pathology report showed that the cancer is very treatable. I’ll explain more about that another time, and I will be using this space to post treatment updates, news, thoughts.
I’m not sure how often I will post, but please don’t assume that silence means bad news—it may only mean that I have gone to ground for awhile. I also will be on social media very little. Look here for news.
Let me say first that switching from nurse to patient is difficult. I had this idea that working in oncology, and then hospice, would protect me from cancer. That was wrong, which I knew intellectually, but now I know it for real. Denial: it works until it doesn’t.
The treatment plan is still up in the air, pending the results of further tests. None of it will be fun, but I also do not think it will be terrible. I’ve seen terrible in cancer diagnosis and treatment, and while “not terrible” may seem like a low bar, I’ll take it. I will do what I need to do to save my life. If that sounds melodramatic, forgive me because, unfortunately, it is true. But what is also true is that my prognosis is good. Say it again: my prognosis is good. Cancer is now a fact in my life, but so is my good prognosis, and I try, as much as possible, to keep that fact in mind. Say it again: My prognosis, at least right now, is good.