Gram found out last week she has Stage II Breast Cancer. She found a lump in her breast, right after Christmas & didn't say anything to anyone. She didn't want to "scare" us. I noticed she was acting weird, I kept saying to my husband "something is not right, she keeps talking about dying & what's going to happen to our family when she's not around." She wasn't acting like herself but she couldn't explain what was wrong.
She finally went to get it checked out a couple months back and her family doctor told her to keep an eye on it, if it was still there in a few months he would send her for a mammogram. He thought it was nothing, just a cyst. Well, she went back in May. It hadn't gone away. He sent her for a mammogram almost 2 weeks ago. Her doctor called right away and told her they found a mass - not sure what it was he scheduled her an appointment with a specialist.
The specialist did a biopsy, and sure enough - CANCER. What we all dreaded.
Grandma is going to be 91 this year. She is tough as nails, still cooks, bakes, cleans - takes care of herself and everyone else around her.
She is strong, fiesty, good hearted. Sure she has her faults like everyone, she isn't perfect - but who is?? The H called her thursday night to see how her appointment went & I could tell - I just knew something wasn't right. I stood at the kitchen sink crying, trying not to listen - because I didn't want to hear. I didn't want to hear that another person that I love, was being dealt this hand. It's just not fair. I don't want her to be sick, I don't want her to suffer, the same way her husband & her only daughter did. I just want her to be the same gram I have known for all these years.
Initially when she first told us she had found a lump, she said no treatments. She's thinking about it now, which part of me is hopeful - hopeful that she'll decide to fight but part of me wonders is that really the best thing for her?