As I drove home in hysterics, calling Chris to tell him to come home from work, I was in a complete state of shock. When I pulled into the driveway the wave of emotions exploded. How could I have Cancer? This couldn’t be happening. WHY was this happening to me? I lost my son for Christ’s sake. Hadn’t we been through enough? (somehow I believed that since Cameron had been taken from us too soon, Chris and I were I exempt from having to endure any further heartache in life).
I finally pulled it together enough to call The Breast Center and make an appointment with the surgeon. They were understanding and set up an appointment for me right after our vacation. I was given strict instructions to try and enjoy myself while away. Yeah, ok. I’ll see what I can do.