Ross and I left Elliott at 4:30 am. I had a heart MRI with contrast bright and early at Barnes.
The heart MRI is the longest of the MRIs. As I chatted with the nurse accessing my port, I told her my story about having dense breast tissue that hides cancer from mammography – about how I found a lump 9 months after a “clean” mammogram and then found out the cancer was already stage IV – spread to my bones, liver and adrenal gland. It turns out that my nurse also has dense breast tissue. She said her doctor tells her she doesn’t need to do anything else because there is no family history of breast cancer. That’s when I got to tell her that I also do not have a history of breast cancer. She promised me she would call TODAY to schedule an MRI or ultrasound. She said she was going to tell her friends about my story. After the scan she de-accessed my port and gave me a hug and thanked me again.
I need good things to come from my bad story.
Milli is 3 months old and weighs 31 pounds. She is a menace and a princess, all in one.
She hasn’t learned to stay home yet so I’ve had to adapt my routine for hanging clothes on the line.
She sleeps by my head. This is a princess moment.
I am not in control. 