We can handle this...

The next thing I actually remember about that night was calling my Dad...he'd gone thru breast cancer with my Mother and since she was gone, he'd help me figure out what to do...I told him about the conversation and the same questions whirled thru his mind...how the heck did it take 3 doctors almost 4 months with a family history like mine to run a simple test to check for cancer in a lump in my breast...no time to worry about the answer to that right this minute, he told me to call my aunt who worked for my general practitioner who also treated my Mom. I hung up and called her and, once again, explained where we were at...now, I did leave out a small piece of the story for you guys...when the breast specialist cancelled my surgery and changed gears on her diagnosis, I had called my GP to get his opinion on what she was doing cuz I was a bit perplexed...he had given me his opinion based only on the info I'd given him and said he thought she was being cautious cancelling the surgery but cautious wasn't necessarily a bad thing in this case, cuz remember, at this point, we were all assuming that from the start they ruled out cancer with an actual laboratory test cuz common sense would of dictated it and I'd asked all the right questions...my aunt gave me my GP's phone number and told me to call him right then...I did & for the fourth time that night described the most horrible details of what had transpired that night...he was dumbfounded to hear that this was where we were at and that these tests weren't done sooner...he assured me that even tho it had been four months since I found the initial lump, that this was still early detection. He also explained to me that treatments had evolved exponentially in the past decade and a half since my Mom's bout and that first and foremost, at this point, we were gonna move fast and aggressively against this thing. He wanted me to get all my records from the 'other place' to him ASAP Monday morning and as soon as he got them he wanted my butt in his office...there was always something about him that could calm me and this time was no different...I still had breast cancer but I also had my own medical superman that was gonna stand up with his bullet proof vest and help me to whip the villain...I remember getting off the phone with him and feeling alot less fogged, a bit more positive, and at least capable of sleep that night, which was all I could ask for...