My grandma officially has breast cancer.
Again.
She goes for an MRI on Monday, a consultation when the results come back, and then surgery to remove any surrounding tissue that may contain the disease. The MRI will tell her if it has spread and where she needs to have tissue removed.
This is so hard.
So far, it’s not as bad as it was 20 years ago. The lump is smaller this time. But it doesn’t make it easier. She’s pretty upset.
I found out from my uncle while I was talking to him about an unrelated issue. My mom didn’t even tell me. That was the part that really upset me. I immediately hung up and started to cry. Cry out of worry for my grandma and because my mom promised to call me as soon as she found out. She called me later and said, “I know you already know…blah blah blah.”
This sucks.
