Sure, there is anxiety at first, and possibly the surgeons take advantage of that. My first reaction to the news was "Get it off me". Fortunately, I wanted to get the best second opinion and the best surgeons, and they were busy, so it took time to get appointments and I calmed down. I had serious calcium deposits in one breast (it looked like a snow storm on the MRI film), with multiple sites with DCIS, but the other breast was clear. I did not consider having a bilateral mastectomy. The risks were explained, and I clearly understood that there was no need. I tried the conservative measures first, with a biopsy of a couple sites. Both were cancerous so they did a lumpectomy which found cancer at the margins. They did more biopsies before scheduling the second lumpectomy. Those came back cancerous and at the margins. At that point, the breast was pretty mishapen. I had numerous discussions with my female surgeon who was willing to continue to do the lumpectomies but insisted on radiation follow-up, an/or tamoxifen (which I could never understand if it wasn't invasive). I went to the hospital for a radiation consult, and then to see the treatment area. That was the turning poing. The waiting room was more depressing than I could bear. It was a dismal place of last resort, filled with pale, weakened, wheel-chair bound, hopeful patients with all types of cancer and little strength or hair. I cried when I sat there and watched them roll in and out, their faces pained and weak. I knew that I would not keep my spirits and energy up for my three kids if I had to start my day this way for six weeks in order to finish the prescribed treatment, which was going to scar me and burn my skin. At that point I just wanted to get my life back. Fortunately, I finally got a straight answer from someone: the radiologist told me, when asked, that if my film were her film, she would have a mastectomy, as it wasn't a matter of if, but when, the cancer would be found next. It took me eight months, three biopsies and two lumpectomies to decide to have a mastectomy for DCIS. They removed the alphabet soup (the eight letters that the surgeon placed to mark the biopsy locations so that she could go back and remove the correct spots) and I have never regretted the decision.
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