My folks called me last month to tell me my stepmother was having a mammogram that day after finding a lump in her breast. They were optimistic it was nothing but thought I should know what was going on, just in case.
“Just in case” led to a biopsy, a PET scan, an echocardiogram and — likely next week — a mastectomy. Her oncologist says the outlook is great. There’s nothing to indicate the cancer has spread, and everyone seems ready to get started and get Jo cancer free.
It was only two years ago that one of my dearest friends fought The Big “C” and won, but I have not forgotten the stress of the unknown, the waiting, the healing. I think it’s prepared me for my stepmother’s journey, although instead of living down the street, she is hundreds of miles away — too far to hug and reassure, but as close as my heart can hold.