I hear you—you want to know the plan for Monday, huh?
Before I get to that, let me take you through a few key details. These moments shaped the decisions Nick and I made, and they deserve a little spotlight.
May 8th was a busy day! It started with me waking up way earlier than I have since stepping away from work in March—all for my first-ever breast MRI. Of course, because I had been asked multiple times if I was claustrophobic, I had already conjured a whole dramatic scenario in my head about how this was going to go.
Upon arrival, I suited up in some oversized scrub pants and a top, got an IV placed for the contrast dye, and was led into a room that felt straight out of a top-secret mission. The nurse badged in, tinted windows surrounded me, and there was a spaceship-looking contraption inside—complete with an air traffic control-like desk outside.
Walking in, I was fully prepared to lie on my back with my forehead practically pressed against the top of the ‘spaceship,’ picturing how anyone claustrophobic could easily panic. But nope—I was instructed to lie on my stomach, sternum resting on a narrow surface, while my breasts… well, just hung freely below. At this point, between breast exams, mammograms, ultrasounds, and now this MRI, I’ve officially lost track of how many women have handled my chest. Honestly, I feel like I should be charging for all these “professional assessments.” 😂
All jokes aside, the MRI itself? Easy. Loud, sure, and my sternum was sore afterward, but it was over before I knew it. I even made it home in time to get Reed on the bus and Layla to daycare—wins all around.
Next came the big question: How long before we find out if there are additional tumors to worry about? Ideally, I’d know by the afternoon when Nick and I met with my surgical oncologist.
Before that meeting, I had a quick axillary ultrasound to check whether the cancer had spread to my lymph nodes. Another simple scan—no big deal. But then, a surprise familiar face popped in. Dr. Laroy, the radiologist who had done my first ultrasound and biopsy, was working that day and stopped by. She smiled and said, “I am so glad we can give you better news than last time—there’s no sign of cancer in your lymph nodes.”
Cue the flood of relief. I wasted no time texting Nick the update before meeting up with him in one of Dr. Olimpiadi’s patient rooms, eager for the next steps.
Stay tuned - another lesson on Breast Cancer is incoming!
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