I just got the new from my sister: She’s officially cancer free! Yay!
Apparently something about her case wasn’t sitting right with the breast surgeon. So this week, while away on some exotic vacation, he had the tissue that was taken from the biopsy sent in for further testing. The new pathology came back showing no cancer. Twice. Despite all the previous tests indicating that there was cancer, including positive hormone receptors. Despite a breast surgeon, radiologist and oncologist all agreeing it was cancer. Days before she was scheduled to have the breast removed, she gets the news that they were wrong.
Of course, the fact that all the other tests came back positive has them scratching their heads about what the lump actually is. They’ve sent everything off to the Mayo Clinic, in hopes that they can shed some light on what is going on, and whether or not anything needs to be done. Of course, since it isn’t the invasive breast cancer they thought it was, any further treatment that may be needed will likely wait until after the baby is born.
Obviously it’s been an emotional couple of weeks. I can’t imagine going through a cancer diagnosis, only to find out later that the diagnosis was wrong. Doctors are human too. I’m glad that her surgeon listened to his gut, and took the time to look into things further. I’m glad he had a vacation scheduled this week, and wasn’t able to do the surgery earlier. I’m glad that my sister doesn’t have one more hardship to go through in an already difficult time in her life.
– Cindy W.