More about Breast Cancer

I was 41 when I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer. It was a fluke that we found it. We had just moved back to Santa Monica and I thought I should get my annual done. My ob said I did the breast exam and said I feel a lump, it's probably nothing but go get your mammogram and an ultrasound done. So I did. 14 punctures later for the biopsies, I went home with a sore armpit. But I had that feeling. The woman's intuition that something was going to be wrong. We had been talking to a family friend over the weekend (Yes, you Kim!) and she told me about her battle with breast cancer. And while she told me, it just sounded familiar. I didn't get a call 2 days later so I called the office. And I heard the words no one ever wants to hear. "Ruchna, you have cancer." The world stopped for a split second. I called my brother and conferenced in my mom. I told them and I'm pretty sure we all just were in shock. I came home and told my husband, I didn't want to tell him on the phone. He didn't really react at all. We spent the weekend like a regular weekend. On Monday I went back to the doctor, this time with my husband. We did a genetic test and talked about next steps. First, interview oncologists. Next, pick one. It was scary but I walked out with a plan, my husband walked out shocked. His words, "Sorry, I didn't say anything, I was so shocked, I didn't know what to say." What do you say? Our 8 years of marriage had been filled with big decisions, and now we had one more. #breastcancer #momofthree #CHEK2 #fuckcancer