At work on Monday, it’s time to tell everyone. A few people know - my bosses, and another two co-workers, because I texted or emailed them on Friday. (They knew about the biopsy and the Friday appointment.)
It’s weird to talk about your breasts with your co-workers.
Because I’m me, I want to schedule the genetic testing ASAP. I call the Cancer Center, and the receptionist there hesitates, saying the surgeon should probably be referring me. In the meantime, I get a call from the nurse navigator again — in light of the diagnosis for my left breast, everyone (the surgeon, the radiologist and my primary care physician) wants to do a biopsy on the right breast. Does Wednesday work? Oh, and she’ll call the Cancer Center and arrange for the genetic test.
Later that day, I get a call from the Cancer Center — I’ll meet with the oncologist (who is also the person to talk to about genetic testing) on Wednesday after my other biopsy.
I’ve already booked a short week at work (Thursday and Friday off for basketball!), so I spend the days getting everyone prepared for me to be gone at least 2 weeks beginning the next Wednesday after my surgery.
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