HER-2: #4

My husband and I were sitting in The Little Donkey sipping on margaritas and chomping on salty chips.  We were in a booth towards the back of the restaurant when the call came in.  " Mrs. Womble, can you hold for the surgeon?".   I went out side on the patio where I heard the surgeon tell me;  "Mrs. Womble, the biopsy came back positive for a small malignant spiculated lession 1.3 centimeters, behind the right nipple....a carcinoma. "   Deja Vu.  I have played this case as a standardized patient.  Life swirls, and tumbles.   Words get jumbled and molecules inside me spin very fast.  

"I've got breast cancer,"  I told Greg when I went back into the restaurant.  "WHAT?"  he replied.   As I sat down and we discussed the surgeon's findings, I held it together.    After several minutes of nervous cancer talk, we jumped subjects discussing our previous topic.  Greg took my hand and said, "I love you."  I burst into tears and no waiter or waitress would come near our table.  Emotionally, a cancer diagnosis is a devastating blow, even though I knew it was a small tumor,  found early.    

My pathology was estrogen positive, progesterone negative and HER-2 positive.  That meant agressive but not the most agressive.  Besides the emotionally exhausting task of telling my famliy I had breast cancer, I had to convince them I wasn't lying, talking about my next fake patient case.  I dove into researching the disease and treatment.  I watched the Lifetime movie "Living Proof" about the discovery of Herceptin, a relatively new drug I am now taking to deal with the HER-2 diagnosis.  

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To help me cope, I made silly movies with my sister Sue.