Finally the waiting is over. The biopsies of my breast mass and the lymph node are both positive, grade 3 which is aggressive. Boy, those are words I never dreamed I'd hear.
I meet with the genetic counselor in the morning, followed by a breast MRI. We meet with the surgeon at 1:00 and should have a better idea of what's in store after that.
I received this poem from my sweet niece and it about sums it up:
Cancer I did not give you the right,
To invade my body and take a bite.
This is my body and with all my might,
I will prevail with one hell of a fight.
To the cancer inside, I will battle and kill.
For that is my body's God given will.
To my cancer, these words I do send,
Your life is short and near the end.