Johnny13's Journey with Breast Cancer

My husband was diagnosed with lung cancer on the same day I received my own diagnosis. I was in disbelief about my own, as it seemed insignificant next to his.

My surgeon was a cold woman. The fact that my husband wasn't able to provide the support he'd always given me (due to his own disease, procedures, bad news, etc.) was emotionally difficult. I felt compelled to keep a very stiff upper lip, while trying to help him as much as possible.

My first session was yesterday, but I'm hoping for minimal side effects. I changed oncologists last week, going to the doctor who had been so wonderful for my husband, and who understands the whole story. (My husband died two months after his diagnosis, so I am feeling very sad.) The first oncologist didn't seem very sympathetic, and couldn't explain my pathology reports to me in a way I could understand.

This was the best thing I've done so far. I don't know why the surgical team didn't strongly urge me to do it. It was my own idea. I also joined a gym, and am part of a yoga class.