The past three weeks, my little family has been dealing with the possibility that our precious 33-year old daughter – known here as “Stinkeroo” – might have inflammatory breast cancer. If you read about that type of cancer, it’ll scare you: aggressive, rare, hard to treat. As I read about IBC online, I realized that Stinkeroo’s symptoms were textbook – right down the line. We were all scared – and the slow-moving ways of the medical folks didn’t help alleviate our worry.
After appointments with various doctors, after sonograms, mammograms, and several biopsies – and that agonizing week-long wait for final biopsy results – we have the results. No malignant cells found. Today Stinkeroo has an appointment with a breast specialist who will hopefully be able to determine what is going on. We can now breathe again.
In the meantime, enjoy my theme song for the results:











November 9th, 2008 at 9:23 am
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