Melissa

The day I before I went in for my biopsy - my sister in law was diagnosed with breast cancer.  Invasive Ductal Carcinoma (sound familiar?).  I remember laying in my bed talking with her about her diagnosis and shaking, for so many reasons.  The most obvious being - my sister in law has breast cancer.  Scott's sister has breast cancer.  How is she going to do this?  I am too far away from her, and I hate that.  And she sounded so good and strong and I couldn't comprehend sounding that good and strong talking about being diagnosed with breast cancer.

And she talked to me about the biopsy and about how everything would be fine.  And I said to her, so specifically - I'm not worried about mine.  Mine is different, it's not cancer.  I don't know why they're making me do the biopsy - but it's not cancer because it's more like a bump.  And then I thought how hard this is going to be, because she's going to go through this and I'm going to feel....oddly guilty (not really the right word, but I don't know what is) because her biopsy came back cancerous and mine isn't going to.

I said to Scott, as soon as your sister is all healed and better - do you think it would be funny for me to thank her for taking one for the team?  Because the chances of us both being diagnosed with breast cancer in the same week are.....0 to nothing. 

Turns out, instead of taking one for the team - we'll be a team and get through this together.