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Hello Team Destination You!

I wanted to share some more good news regarding my breast cancer diagnosis. Yesterday, I went for my first follow-up. They’d told me there would be a six-month follow-up from the start, so I didn’t think much of it. I figured it was just part of the new routine. But as soon as I arrived, things felt different, too nice! I started to get a nervous.

When I checked in, instead of being directed to a crowded waiting room, they took me to a small desk, checked the insurance info, and then had a volunteer escort me to the mammogram room—as if I didn’t already know the way. I even seemed to skip ahead of someone in the waiting room. That’s when my overthinking brain kicked in: “Are they trying to keep me calm? What’s going on?”

Next, we went into a little room, and I needed every ounce of self-control not to blurt out, “What (the fuck) NOW?” The technician asked me some questions (don’t ask me what—I was too busy internally spiraling). Then she explained, in a way-too-happy-as-only-a-nurse-can-do voice, “We’re just going to take some basic pictures. The doctor will review them immediately, and if he needs more or an ultrasound, you’ll stay for that.”

And my brain went: “I’m so dying.”

Apparently, this is just the standard protocol for BC patients. Meanwhile, I was having a full-blown silent panic attack while they were bringing me bottled water (BOTTLED WATER—I KNOW!).

Finally, after the initial pictures, they returned and said, “All good. No further pictures are needed. Everything looks great. See you in six months.” Cue the most enormous sigh of relief ever—and maybe a little laugh at myself for the dramatic mental gymnastics.

Thank you all for your continued support. I’m so grateful to share this journey with you!

This content was edited and polished with ChatGPT. I added the swear words.