Some people may hear four words that change their lives: "Will you marry me?"
"I need your help." "Let's work this out."
My four words are: "You don't have cancer."
After a medical whirlwind that started early summer 2012 with the yearly female check-up, I proceeded to go through: breast exam, mammogram, ultrasound, MRI, back-to-back biopsies. One of the biopsies returned with the diagnosis that I had lobular carcinoma with radial scar. For the uninitiated to cancer-speak? The tissue put me at greater risk for breast cancer. Throw into the mix my famiy history and the risks pile up even more.
Months after my mother went through a mastectomy because her breast cancer returned after 20 years, I underwent a lumpectomy to remove the area.
My surgery procedure took place Oct. 2, it was a Tuesday. Thirteen days later on a Monday, Oct. 15, the surgeon told me that the area was completely removed and the breast tissue around it was clear.
"You don't have cancer."
I felt like a fog had lifted and I could finally - finally - breathe. I know it doesn't mean cancer won't ever be part of my life but for now, I'm thankful for those four words.