Thirty-One Days

Thirty-one days ago, I sat in a dermatologist's office following up on an impression that I might have breast cancer.  She did a punch biopsy that day to get the ball rolling.  The eleven days between the biopsy and the call from the dermatologist about the results was such a long time.  Looking back, it seems like an eternity.  Since May 3rd, so much has happened; has it really only been 31 days?  An ultrasound, an MRI, another ultrasound, another MRI (with biopsy), chest x-rays, blood draws and finally surgery.  Today, the pathology report came back.  The doctor called and was very happy to report good news.  The lymph nodes were clean.  10 of the 13 biopsy samples had DCIS (ductal carcinoma in situ) so it was a good decision to do a mastectomy.  However, there was no invasive cancer.  No hormone receptors were indicated.  For followup care, there really is none!  No radiation.  No chemotherapy.  I will see the doctor on Thursday to have the drain removed.  She will refer me to an oncologist, which is basically a formality to receive medical clearance.  As soon as I am strong enough, I can proceed with mission plans.  I am so blessed.