Not the part about the flaky doctor with the funny shoes. That part was ok--my oncologist/surgeon is young woman called Angel. What are the odds we'd share a name. As for the rest, it was pretty much what I expected: the lump seems to be less than a cm, but she didn't talk about stages yet. I will go for an MRI this month to see if there is any cancer in the rest of the breasts; surgery in January, followed by 4 to 6 months of chemotherapy, then about a month of radiation therapy (might be the other way around though). I should be off work until September, basically. 8 months or so. Holiday!
Now there's just one big decision I have to make.
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