I get regular mammograms. Every June. Total “set it and forget it” routine. This time, there was no forgetting. Some “calcifications” lead to a series of tests. And unknowns.
When I finally found out, yes, it was cancer, I didn’t expect even more unknowns.
First off, I had “Stage Zero.” I had no idea that was even a thing. Quick Google searches seemed to suspend the severity; was Stage 0 even considered cancer… could I consider myself a breast cancer survivor?
With so many breast cancer fun runs/fundraising efforts. The disease gets its own color and month of awareness, for shit’s sake. I was floored by how little I knew. And, I was sorely unprepared for the severity of my situation.
My Stage Zero is a way for me to make sense of my own healthcare crisis. Thanks for reading. And, please, if you or someone you know has lived through breast cancer, comment.
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