About a month ago, my wife found out she has breast cancer. We freaked out, of course. But after meeting with doctors, it turned out that she had the best case senario. It was confined to a milk duct and it was detected at the earliest possible time. My wife's family history with cancer is horrible, so she's been doing mammograms and MRIs on a strict schedule, and it was caught. It is what they call "Stage Zero". No chemo or radiation.
However, if she chose to just do a lumpectomy, her chances of getting it again in the next 10 years would be 30%, because of her genetic make up. She had genetic testing done years ago. A double mastectomy put her at 1-3%. She opted for the double, I can't blame her. The surgery was monday and it was a great success. She goes back in a couple of weeks for the reconstruction. And yes, she's getting the upgrayyyyed.
I've been keeping it together, for the most part. When it comes to big emotions, I'm a bottler. I'm sure it will get out one day, maybe soon. She always tries to get me to "let it out" but I fight it. Just instinct, I guess. I didn't have a bad childhood, where I wasn't allowed to be emotional. I don't know why I'm this way.
She's already back to her old self, other than soreness. It's great to see.