A little more than 24 hours after the biopsy was performed, I was sitting alone in my office. My phone rang, and it was the radiologist who had done the biopsy. The results were back - the primary lesion and both lymph nodes were positive for highly-differentiated invasive ductal carcinoma.
I walked to my SO's office next door, and he came into my office with me. We closed the door, and I told him what the radiologist had told me.
Then I told him, "This could be really bad."
I knew I had to tell my immediate family, and that I had to tell my kids. There's no time like the present, right? I just wanted to get that over with, knowing that none of these conversations would be easy. I called my ex-husband, who was on a business trip. He was busy with meetings all day. I told him it was important that I talk to him as soon as possible. I called my sisters and my father. I waited until my ex-husband was out of meetings for the day and called. I told him. I felt I had to tell him before talking to the kids, so with that done, I was left with the dreaded task of telling Owen and Lucia, my sweet, beautiful children, that I was sick.
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