I have so many people in this world to be grateful to. I can't even begin to count them all. Something that really struck me as I listened to the stories of other women with breast cancer was that there were some who had a terrible time getting a referral after they discovered a lump. Their doctors told them it was nothing. Some women did not argue, but simply accepted his/her judgement. Others were nervous, but were afraid to speak up. Some argued, and at least one had to find a new doctor who would listen, who gave the referral. These are all women who have been diagnosed with cancer. Understand this is not the majority, not at all, but still, it surprised me how many had to wait on that referral because their own doctor was not convinced that they had cancer, for one reason or another.
Friday, while I was waiting to see my regular physician, it occurred to me, again, how blessed I had been. I found the lump on a Friday. I called the office. I had an appointment with Gina within a couple hours. She made an appointment for a diagnostic mammogram for the following Tuesday. I saw the surgeon on Thursday. The OR had already been scheduled for the following Monday. The speed at which everything moved was actually frightening at the time. Looking back at it, though, I'm so grateful that I did not have to push and argue. Gina took this seriously. Such a small thing, something that I took for granted, until I heard the stories of other women. I was mindful to make that gratitude known.