Thursday’s biopsy results came in Friday afternoon via phone call, which I took from the privacy of my desk at home.
The kindly nerd doc clearly did not relish this part of his remit; his cumbrous message was delivered gently and I honestly felt bad for him.
The suspicious-looking spots are more of the same: invasive ductal carcinoma. Whoomp.
A heart-to-heart with my oncologist’s nurse later in the day was helpful if sobering. Sounds like mastectomy might be on my horizon. Her prescription for the weekend: dig in and do my research and allow myself as many distractions as possible. Thanks to husband, IKEA, and dear friends who delivered on that last one.
Plan of action to be developed this week.