The weekend was horrible.  One minute, I had peace, the next fear came in and self analyzing talk going through my head.  I kept reminding myself that the results were to arrive in 3-10 days, but these results came back in 26-28 hours and this cancer had to be  so bad that it was spreading like wild-fire for the results to come back that quickly, without any hesitation, showing I have cancer.

I tried to keep clinging to what the radiologist told me.  He said I had the small microcalcifications in a cluster in both breasts.  Could be a dozen reasons why, but one bad reason could be precancer cells forming and these cells don’t know what they are doing and are dying off causing microcalcifications, but that would be a 20% chance of being positive.  Radiologist also said we could wait 3 or even 6 months to have another mammogram and see if the cells start forming a mass and then have a biopsy, or just go ahead and do a double breast biopsy now.  We both agreed to have the biopsy soon, instead of waiting to do another mammogram down the road.

I went to church Sunday morning, I went up front for prayer.  I was told I was the poster child for that morning service as the sermon was about having peace during trials.  After church service, Ray and I was walking to our car and we ran into a couple who attend our small Bible group.  I know God placed Laura and Mark right at the perfect time because I let a lot out and they were there with open arms, open hearts and were so caring and knew exactly what to say and do.  I am so thankful for that moment and will not forget that time.

I just wanted to know what type of cancer I had and I asked the physician assistant, but she didn’t give me any information and didn’t want me to look up any info on the Internet.  It was an emotional, long-enduring 2 day weekend.