I found the lump just a few days after my 67th birthday, but didn’t tell anyone. I was numb and in denial. “If I don’t touch it, it isn’t really there.” But after a couple of weeks, I had to tell my husband, and that started the whirlwind of doctors, tests, biopsy, surgery. I was diagnosed with Early Stage Breast Cancer. First I had a lumpectomy, but cancer cells were found outside the margin, so I chose to have a bilateral mastectomy. Just three months after I found the lump, I had no breasts.
Next was the dreaded chemo, which actually wasn’t as bad as I had expected, but certainly not enjoyable. I had four cycles, 21 days apart. Fourteen days after the first chemo, I was bald. I lost finger and toe nails, also. I had neuropathy, which was the only pain I experienced. My husband shaved his head, and we called ourselves the “Bald Eagles.” I opted for no reconstruction, figuring at this age, I would rather be natural.