Two weeks after I celebrated being cancer free for one year, I received a phone call from my sister. Unfortunately, with our busy lives it is not every day we have the opportunity to chat on the phone unless there is something to be planned or a question to be asked. This wasn’t either one of those calls. Immediately, I knew there was some news; there was something just a little off with this conversation.
After a few minutes went by I asked her when her mammogram was scheduled again. For some reason I just could not remember the day she told me it was scheduled. I’m sure I had asked her three times in the last month and a half, and of course I felt guilty for asking again. Then it hit me! This was the reason for the phone call. The reason everything seemed off.
I braced myself for what was to come. My sister, whom I have admired from day one, was telling me about an MRI biopsy she had a week prior. The pathology report came back as Atypical Lobular Hyperplasia (Stage 0, also known as pre-cancer.) Her diagnosis differed from my original one, but the chosen treatment path would be the same. Here we go again!
While I was listening to the news being relayed to me, I shed a tear for my sister for what she was about to embark on. My treatment was still fresh in my mind and I knew what her diagnosis meant. Once I wiped that tear away, I changed gears. It was time to put on the charm, or I suppose you could say the clown hat. We talked and joked about her breasts, about how we just had to copy each other through the years, about how to tell the parents. We talked about what was to come, and about how I would be there for her every step of the way.
My sister has always been someone I looked up to, and not just because of our height difference. Sure we have had our spats over the years, but we always saw the good in each other. I was not going to let her fight this alone. No way, no how! We are sisters until the end – through thick and thin.
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