The main reason I went to see my doctor on Friday, May 16, 1986, was that I needed a new prescription for thyroid pills because of thyroid surgery I had had as a child. I was 37 years old and felt fine. I had noticed a small lump in my left breast, but since I had had three benign tumors removed over the past fifteen years, I was more concerned about taking time off for day surgery than about what the lump might mean. My physician of ten years, Dr. James Lindsey, knew well how much I disliked going to the doctor’s office, so I knew he wouldn’t let me out of there until I had a complete checkup.
During the checkup Dr. Lindsey examined my left breast. I assumed the new lump was also from fibrocystic breast disease, the condition that caused the previous benign masses. I was surprised when Dr. Lindsey insisted that I have x-rays, blood work, and a mammogram that afternoon. He told me the results of the tests would be delivered to a surgeon, Dr. H. Lamar Jones, Jr., whom he had arranged for me to see the following Monday. I didn’t believe the lump would be anything serious. I thought that at the worst Dr. Jones would perform a simple procedure in his office to remove it.
On Monday morning I went to see Dr. Jones. He informed me that the mammogram results showed there was probably cancer in my left breast and that there was a suspiciously dense area in my right breast. I couldn’t believe what he was saying. All I had was a lump in my breast. No pain, no suffering. I think I immediately went into shock. Dr. Jones could tell that I was only half-way comprehending what he was telling me. He said that I could go to the hospital for a biopsy or he could do a needle biopsy in his office and get the results back in an hour. I was too apprehensive to wait and decided on the needle biopsy. My left breast was deadened with a local anesthetic, then Dr. Jones stuck one of the longest needles I’ve ever seen into me and removed part of the tumor, which was sent to the pathology lab across the street at Austin’s Seton Medical Center. His nurse informed me that I could sit in the waiting room or return in an hour for the results. I was too nervous to sit still, so I decided to drive around. I went to a 7-Eleven and called some friends at Texas Monthly, where I work, for moral support. I told them what was happening and asked them to pray.
When I returned, Dr. Jones’s nurse quickly ushered me into his office. From the grim look on the doctor’s face I knew the outcome of the test. I was as scared as I had ever been. The results were positive; it was cancer. I looked at him and immediately thought, “This is a terrible joke.” Cancer was something that you read about. Something that happened to other people or distant relatives. He told me that my left breast would have to be removed and perhaps my right as well. Everything seemed so absurd that I cracked a joke about not ever being able to be a topless dancer.
Since the biopsy was done only on my left breast, Dr. Jones would not decide whether to remove my right breast until I was on the operating table, where he could also do another biopsy. My left breast showed an ill-defined star-shaped mass, which usually means the tumor is not self-contained. Dr. Jones told me that there are different surgical approaches to breast cancer. No longer is