But—let’s be real. You wouldn’t be reading this blog if the diagnosis had turned out to be nothing, right?
So yeah… it was positive.
It was a Wednesday. Two days after my biopsy.
The morning started like most mornings—up early (ish), showered (sometimes), Reed off to the bus, Layla to daycare, and on this particular day, home to relieve Caden’s PCA and finish getting him ready for school.
I was sitting on the couch, feeding Caden, when my phone started vibrating.
Allina Health.
I froze.
I haven’t had my phone off silent for years, so seeing it buzz felt surreal. Do I answer? Let it go to voicemail? Finish feeding Caden and call them back later?
Split-second decision—I picked up.
On the other end was a kind woman who asked if this was a good time to talk.
I wanted to say no. I really wanted to say no.
But since I answered, I figured I should make the time.
She started with the words that shifted everything:
"Your biopsy results are back, and it tested positive for cancer."
I blacked out.
She kept talking, explaining details, but I wasn’t processing. Then, like snapping out of a fog, I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen—instinctively writing as she spoke.
She said it’s called Invasive Ductal Carcinoma. It’s at the 4:00 position in my left breast and measures about 2cm in length.
She told me I’d be assigned a Nurse Navigator—someone who would walk with me through this entire process, answer my questions, and help me figure out what comes next.
I thanked her, hung up, and cried.
I didn’t know what to do. What to think. How to process it.
And then—reality.
I had a third-round job interview in just an hour.
I started drafting an email to the recruiter, ready to reschedule, but stopped.
No.
I needed to pull my shit together.
Finish getting Caden ready. Take a deep breath. Do the interview. Then I could think about all of this.
So that’s exactly what I did.
Wow. That was a difficult morning.
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