“You have an incredible intuition,” my therapist remarked, catching me off guard. As a mother of four, I often feel overwhelmed and far from composed. With endless chores and constant distractions, it’s a challenge to tune into anything beyond the chaos of daily life.
Unsure how to respond, I simply smiled. Yet, her words lingered in my mind. I pondered how I managed to recognize that something was off in my body amid the noise. The truth is, I’m not entirely sure. But I am grateful I did.
Last March, when my daughter was just a few months old, she would often lay her small hand on my upper breast. That area started to feel increasingly sore, and whenever I tried to reposition her hand, she would just place it right back. Soon, even simple things like my seatbelt and cross-body purse became uncomfortable. I sensed something was wrong.
I scheduled a visit with my gynecologist, who suggested an ultrasound and a mammogram. I booked the imaging appointment right away. After twenty-four hours of anxious waiting, a nurse called with the results: “Everything is fine. You’ll need another ultrasound in six months.”
Relief washed over me. After previously having two benign breast lumps removed, I thought I was just dealing with another false alarm. But deep down, I sensed this time was different.
I called the nurse back, and after answering her routine questions—about caffeine intake and changes in the lump—I insisted on seeing a surgeon for peace of mind. She provided several names, and I immediately made an appointment.
The following weeks were a whirlwind. I had an initial consultation, followed by a biopsy, and then a follow-up to discuss the results. Sitting in the exam room, scrolling through social media to distract myself, I felt an ominous weight in the air as my doctor entered. When she broke the news that I had breast cancer, I was overwhelmed, bombarded with information and pamphlets I could barely process. Somehow, I managed to drive to pick up my kids from their babysitter, still reeling from the shock.
Fifty-six days after my diagnosis, I underwent a bilateral mastectomy. Although I could have opted for a lumpectomy and radiation, I didn’t feel right about that route. Was I scared? Absolutely. But I knew it was the right choice for me.
Weeks after my surgery, the pathology results confirmed the presence of invasive breast cancer in the removed tissue, validating my decision to have a mastectomy. Losing my breasts was challenging—still is—but I’m thankful for the implants I received, even if they lack sensation. They serve as a reminder of my battle, both a blessing and a source of sadness.
Cancer is relentless; it doesn’t discriminate based on age, family, or life circumstances. It arrives uninvited, and how we respond is up to us. I’m incredibly grateful that I took the time to heed my body’s signals. Listening to that inner voice has been crucial, perhaps even lifesaving.
So, when you feel that nagging urge to investigate something unusual within yourself, don’t ignore it. Trust your instincts; it could very well save your life.
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In conclusion, listening to your body can lead to vital discoveries, especially regarding health. Never underestimate the power of your intuition.
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