I was set to leave for Pittsburgh for 2 weeks beginning on June 13th to begin schooling for the Byzantine Catholic Diaconate. There was a scheduled appointment with the OB/GYN to review the results of the biopsy. This appointment took place a few days before I left for Pittsburgh.
When the Doctor came in, he asked if Theresa had talked to anyone yet. When she said no, he said that the results he had were preliminary but that the lump appeared to be a sarcoma, not a breast cancer. He threw out a few things, including a blue cell sarcoma. The Doctor said that pathology was still trying to pin down what it was and that the final diagnosis might change. However, he was confident that is was cancer.
He suggested seeing a breast surgeon to perform a lumpectomy. He put forward a few names, one of which was Dr. Rebecca Viscusi. She was on our insurance and we decided to go with her.
We left the office and went to Manuel’s restaurant to get something to eat. Neither one of us said much, as the shock of hearing those words still hung in the air. Theresa finally said, “I don’t want you to cancel your Pittsburgh trip. I want you to go.” That was one of the hardest things to hear and I didn’t know if I was going to go or not.