There is no cancer in my family, no cancer of any kind, except for mine. I am now 57 and it's been 10 years since my diagnosis.
For the 10 years before this happened I had annual mammograms and each of those years were accompanied by false positive results, bringing me back for a repeat mammogram. In May 2001 when I walked out of the exam room, I had a sense that things were not the same this time around. The ultrasound after the mammogram showed calcifications in my mammary ducts that were not present the year before. To confirm this, I had a breast biopsy. My official diagnosis was DCIS (ductal carcinoma in situ), a pre-cancer in the mammary ducts that if left untreated can develop into a tumor. Actually, most tumors begin this way. Doctors reminded me that I had my mammogram just in time.
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