Back before my dad was diagnosed with cancer, the words cancer and dying weren’t in my vocabulary.  But since he died after his year-long battle (7 1/2 years ago), I seem to jump to cancer and dying with every health drama, little or big.

A few weeks ago my mom called and told me she had a mammogram that showed a lump in her breast and that she had to go in for a biopsy. The doctor called on Thursday to confirm she indeed has breast cancer.

photo by Gi

I have a lot of thoughts racing through my brain but I keep reminding myself how far breast cancer research and treatment has come plus my mom hasn’t seen her doctor yet to discuss her treatment so while cancer is never a great diagnosis, I’m hoping it’s been caught super early.