In May I went in for my annual mammogram, which was my 2nd one ever. They had told me last year that I have dense breast tissue and that they recommended me coming in every year to be safe. Insurance covers an annual screening mammogram so I figured I might as well get it done. I also want to catch anything early if they do discover anything. Well, a week later I got a message on my phone from the doctor saying that the radiologist spotted something abnormal on my right breast. My heart just sunk. I didn't want to jump to conclusions early, but it's difficult not to. All kinds of thoughts flooded my mind about the possibility of having cancer. They wanted me to come in again and get another scan and ultrasound. I scheduled it for June 16th and just tried not to think about it too much. I really wanted to call and ask family members questions, like my sisters or my mother, or my mother-in-law (who is a breast cancer survivor), but I didn't want to cause unnecessary worry.
After I told Curtis about it and that I was a little worried, he did something so sweet. The very next morning he woke up super early to go to work and then unbeknown to me, he got online and ordered some flowers that were delivered later that morning. It meant the world to me that he would consider my feelings and do something like that. The next few weeks were hard for me to not think about what might lay ahead, but the day of the 2nd appointment finally came. They did a more in-depth scan and then an ultrasound. The radiologist looked at everything, and it turned out to be a cyst! It was benign and nothing to worry about. Whew! What a relief! I was trying to prepare myself for the worst, but I am so happy for the results that came. Now I could relax and get back to normal.
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| The flowers that Curtis ordered for me. |
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Sometimes it's difficult to share things with Curtis because he's a man and doesn't quite understand feelings of women and our emotions, but it made me feel so much better after he sent those flowers with that note, letting me know that he would be here with me and I wouldn't be alone.
The funny part is that I hid the card in my drawer because I didn't want my kids to be worried either. I think because we had flowers on our table for a couple weeks after Jack's prom that it didn't surprise them to see a new vase of flowers on that day. It was delivered while they were at school. None of them ever asked or said anything about them.






















































