Hypo84
11-07-15, 19:18
Yesterday, my mother returned from her regular checkup with surgeon since she was diagnosed with breast cancer Stage I 2.5 years ago.
She enters a house and asks me, do you see swelling next to armpit above breast...I say yes and then she goes...you see, I told doctor it is swelling and he keeps insisting I just gained weight and it is fat, and he didnt even touch that, he was touching only under armpit.
I tried to calm her down by saying that she was just in a room with surgeon, if he can't recognize that smth is wrong than who can...and she finally calmed down when today, our electrician came to house and she mentioned it and that guy said, oh...my wife had smth similar and she was diagnosed with lymphoma...Can you imagine full blown panic it produced? No matter how much I was trying to reassure her that freaking surgeon looked it (he didn't look it well according to her words), even though that swelling is soft, she can feel lumps below it...and today was disaster of a day.
And then it occurred to me...I have her genes, I grew up with that type of behavior, no wonder I am ****ed up and petrified of illnesses and will I ever be fine? I mean, she is like this her entire life, and she even took antidepressants, so am I bound to live life in fear every single day for the rest of my life?
I wish that answer could be no, but I am not sure...
She enters a house and asks me, do you see swelling next to armpit above breast...I say yes and then she goes...you see, I told doctor it is swelling and he keeps insisting I just gained weight and it is fat, and he didnt even touch that, he was touching only under armpit.
I tried to calm her down by saying that she was just in a room with surgeon, if he can't recognize that smth is wrong than who can...and she finally calmed down when today, our electrician came to house and she mentioned it and that guy said, oh...my wife had smth similar and she was diagnosed with lymphoma...Can you imagine full blown panic it produced? No matter how much I was trying to reassure her that freaking surgeon looked it (he didn't look it well according to her words), even though that swelling is soft, she can feel lumps below it...and today was disaster of a day.
And then it occurred to me...I have her genes, I grew up with that type of behavior, no wonder I am ****ed up and petrified of illnesses and will I ever be fine? I mean, she is like this her entire life, and she even took antidepressants, so am I bound to live life in fear every single day for the rest of my life?
I wish that answer could be no, but I am not sure...