WellesleyWeston Magazine

FALL 2015

Launched in 2005, WellesleyWeston Magazine is a quarterly publication tailored to Wellesley and Weston residents and edited to enrich the experience of living in two of Massachusetts' most desirable communities.

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everything she said because, although I could hear her calm and reas- suring voice, I wasn't taking in what she was saying. I had cancer. How was this possible? I didn't have a family history of breast cancer or the BRCA gene. I'd nursed my kids, got regular exercise, didn't drink much alcohol, was not terribly overweight, and maintained a healthy diet. Besides, this was not a good time for cancer. I had just started a new job, my husband was changing careers, and each of our daughters was transitioning. But this cancer is curable. Hear that? I'll be fine. The treatment was likely to include surgery, radiation, and hormone therapy — no chemo unless the cancer had spread. This doesn't have to be a big deal. We just have to get through it. * * * Things move fast when it comes to a cancer diagnosis. During the next few days I had chosen and met with my surgeon, in whom I had full confidence. My brother had nicknamed my cancer "Isis," and we had all adopted it. I was scheduled for an MRI to determine whether Isis had spread and for a mammogram to locate the pink-ribbon marker that identified the cancer site — it was hidden behind a lime-sized hematoma in my breast, a byproduct of the spring-loaded needle used in the biopsy. We also had a tentative date for the surgery and appointments with the rest of my oncology team—who knew it would take a small army to get rid of a little cancer? Thankfully, the hospital scheduled all of these appointments for me. I just had to rearrange my life and find time for what was quickly becoming a part time job. Although everything was going according to protocol, things were not going according to my plan. In my mind, this Isis thing wasn't sup- posed to be a big deal, but I already felt overwhelmed. The week before, I had been healthy, enjoying a new job, and managing my daily life. An Unexpected Journey The week before, I had been healthy, enjoying a new job, and managing my daily life. This week I had cancer, was cancelling business trips for doctor visits, and was flummoxed by the decisions in front of me. 102 W e l l e s l e y W e s t o n M a g a z i n e | f a l l 2 0 1 5

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