The day after my meeting with Dr. Keller, I had an MRI. I was told that the MRI is to check that the cancer isn’t anywhere else. As soon as the penny dropped and I realized the MRI is to determine which type of Ductal Carcinoma I have, I started to become a little concerned. Up until this point I had felt very strong and in control. I was positive and ready to ride the rollercoaster with strength and dignity. But this was testing my control button.
The morning before the MRI appointment I started thinking about the different types of ductal carcinoma; What if it’s not DCIS? I started to cry, but caught myself. If I let myself cry, I’ll lose it and become a wet soggy mess. When I stop crying I’ll be no better off than I was before because I don’t know what I have. I can cry when I know which ductal carcinoma I have;
- if its DCIS I can cry with relief and plan the next year
- if its Invasive DC I am allowed to ball my eyes out, feel sorry for myself before I recompose and plan the next steps