Just call me Giuliana and Paul, Bill

As you know, there is mucho irony going on here. My mom was Chief of Radiology at Roswell Park Memorial Institute — a cancer hospital, I got my cancer diagnosis in October, which is Breast Cancer Awareness (BCA) month AND I wore my Stella & Dot BCA scarf to my ultrasound appointment — when the infamous biopsy was performed.

The most ironic thing of all — is that I’m OBSESSED with Giuliana and Bill Rancic. They too have been on the fertility shitshow ride — but they were very public about the whole thing. I can’t begin to tell you how much comfort I’ve taken from their journey. But what’s F’d up beyond words — is that I am on the exact same path as them (literally, no joke).

It was one year ago that they went on the Today show to announce that Giuliana had breast cancer and that she found out during her IVF treatments. As part of BCA month, she went public with her story to encourage women to do self exams and to get tested.

Me, I’ve always been a proponent of self-exams. That’s how I found my last lump 10 years ago. Ironically (again) it was the same breast, same location as this one. 10 years ago, however, my test results were benign. My diagnosis was “cyst-y boobs”. OK. Ill take that.

So, last year, after I heard Giuliana’s story, I decided to get a mammogram. I was 36 at the time and figured the insurance company wouldn’t clear me. But since I was undergoing fertility treatments, they did. Yay. Had my mammo — and was all clear. Double yay.

Fast forward to one year later — and I am playing out Giuliana and Bill’s story. Almost to a T.

Let’s hope that my cancer is not fed by estrogen like hers was.  Because that would mean I can’t get pregnant for 5 years. And ladies and gentleman, I am 37 years old. So waiting another 5 years for a baby is just not an option.