Starting My Journey into the Unknown

Starting My Journey into the Unknown
The Friday that I learned I had breast cancer seemed like the day that wouldn't end. I found out early in the morning through a phone call, which led to a day of confusion and shock. When my husband returned from nursing school, we sat together in disbelief. As we faced this unknown journey, my mom called the oncologist to try to learn more information. She has a firm understanding of cancer as a clinical researcher, and is better at understanding all the technicalities than me. My mom explained that I had the best type of breast cancer. That sounds ridiculous because all cancer is bad, so how could there be a best cancer? The cancer I had is called DCIS. It stands for ductal carcinoma in situ. DCIS is the earliest form of breast cancer, located in the milk duct, and it hasn't spread. The problem with DCIS is that if you don't take care of it, the cancer becomes invasive. I felt better knowing it wasn't the worst-case scenario, but there were still a million questions, worries, and fears. Luckily, my appointment would be Monday morning, but, unfortunately, I had to wait. I also knew at this point, I had no choice but to tell my 9-year-old daughter. I dreaded this the most, and tears filled my eyes. She knew enough about cancer to know not every ending is happy. I hated to put this stress on her. My son is too young to really understand cancer. My daughter, Laura, spent the night at my dad's house on Friday. I wanted a night to settle the news in my own mind and my emotions beforehand. On Saturday, my husband kindly took me to places that I never had been before. He did this to keep my mind distracted and to have a little fun. I enjoyed our day, despite the breast cancer news looming over our heads. Shortly after we came home, Laura arrived. I'm op
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