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Kanye’s New Breast Workout Plan

The diagnosis was established and this gave my synapses a HIIT workout. It felt like my brain was trapped in the red zone. I would ask myself, “What is the stage of the lump? Will I need surgery? Has the lump metastasized? How do I tell my parents? Why me? Poor Me! (insert me playing the world’s tiniest violin). And most importantly, will I need to purchase stick-on mink eyebrows (are they in stock)?” All of these questions would be answered throughout the next week.

I felt like I was in control until I received my diagnosis. I then cried my tear ducts dry. After crying it out, I told myself, “you will be fine, you will get through this.” I released all the unwelcome negativity from my body and began to organize my thoughts. I was able to put my plan in place…Kanye’s New Breast Workout Plan. At that moment I thought, “maybe I can work it out (thanks for the lyric Kanye).”

The first step was to tell my family and friends. Groundhog Day came to mind after retelling my story over and over. As I continued to repeat my story, I felt myself gaining strength. Cancer wasn't going to control me, I would control it. I was finally back in the green zone and could catch my breath. I took control by scheduling appointments with my breast surgeon, oncologist, and genetic counselor. I wanted all the information about my diagnosis as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, my mother had the exact diagnosis 10 years ago at the age of 55. Because of her, I had done this research before - only this time the research was for me. It was a strong dose of déjà vu.

Medicine is constantly changing. New drugs are released daily. As soon as you learn the catchy commercial tune of one of them, a new one has already surfaced (I know...a little prehistoric to be watching commercials). Unsurprisingly, drug therapy can dramatically change over 10 years. I realized this was the reason why my mother's treatment plan to battle the same cancer was different from mine. The recommendation from my breast surgeon was to get chemo to shrink the son of a gun and then undergo a bilateral mastectomy with reconstruction. After surgery, I will be done with breast cancer once and for all (fingers and toes crossed)! This brings me to the staging of my cancer. An MRI would be needed. Little did I know what a breast MRI would entail.

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