You Told Who? (post 4)

My husband came home from soccer practice with the boys that next week with a signed lab order for genetic testing. I asked him where he got it. HE said oh our friend. He was talking about a friend that happened to be a doctor. Not one that specializes in breast cancer, but a friend never the less that was concerned.

My first response was, "You told who?". I asked him why he was telling people this information and I told him it wasn't his story to tell. At this point in my mind, I was trying to convince myself that my family history was a non factor and that it was nothing. I wasn't in a place where I wanted people to know this story. I wasn't even sure what the story was and how I wanted to tell it.

I didn't realize at the time that my super loving and extremely devoted husband was worried and his way of processing this information was to ask another doctor, a friend,

The next time I saw the doctor friend he asked me if I had the testing done. I told him I had the form but that I had no idea what to mark off. He expressed his concern to me and stated that he did not know because he was not that kind of doctor. My next move was to text my doctor and ask her about genetic testing. She said that they could order the genetic test for me. She reminded me that we had already tried to test once before with my saliva but weren't able to get results because of my sample. We communicated about the blood test as another option and she text to have me call the office for the paperwork. I picked up the paperwork, and I put it in my bag. I was focused on the lump, not the test. Everyday that you have a lump and you do not know what it is is a long and worry some day. I tried to put it out of my mind and thankfully I have a demanding job that keeps me busy, but the thoughts were there, lurking, always.