10/29/2025
One month ago today, I had a mastectomy for bilateral breast cancer. Because of family history, I knew it would happen, I just wasn’t ready for it to be now.
It started with one palpable lump. Mammography found a second lump. MRI found a third lump. Why have just one lump when you can have three! Only 1-3% of women get cancer in both breasts at the same time. Yay! I’m at the top of my class.
After seeing six different specialists, and having more tests than you can imagine, surgery day came and involved two separate surgeons. The first surgeon chopped off my b***s and took out two lymph nodes under each arm and sent them to pathology. The second surgeon inserted two tissue expanders to stretch my pec muscles and remaining skin so I can get some brand new b***s down the road. These expanders are the most annoying things ever. They feel like heavy, hard plastic rectangles in my chest that just won’t go away.
After the pathologist wrote an eight-page report detailing every aspect of my b***s, I hope he threw them into the nearest dumpster. Not only did I have three established lumps, the rest of my b***s were filled with early cancer cells just waiting to multiply and flourish.
Here we are one month into recovery and this is what I know: cancer really is silent, it is expensive to test for and treat, it is painful to recover from, it is frustrating, it is humbling, and it is life-changing.
Because I had cancer cells in two of my lymph nodes, I had more tests today to determine if the cancer has spread to anywhere else in my body. Radiation therapy is scheduled to start in December.
I have learned more about breasts, cancer, genetics, genomes, DNA, and diagnostic tests than I ever thought I would. I hope you never have to go through this but just to be on the safe side, ya’ll go check your b***s right now.