Funny story. A couple weeks ago, my mom had her routine mammogram, and was called back for further imaging. No big deal. That round of imaging prompted a biopsy. She got the results today: my 75-year-old mother has breast cancer.
"What the ever-loving fuck??" you might say. I did. Eight weeks and one day after my breast cancer diagnosis, my mother's breast cancer was diagnosed.
So crazy. We'll find out more next week, but everything looks promising -- again, very, very early diagnosis, and Mom is hoping just a lumpectomy will take care of it. It's hard to know if it would even grow into something problematic in her natural lifetime. It will be interesting to see how our treatment plans will compare. But seriously, though, are you fucking kidding me?