Tough words. So many new words. On Nov 5, 2014 at 47 years old I went for my annual mammogram only to see something on the screen. I knew at that moment that I would get a call back. Repeats, ultrasound, biopsy then diagnosed with DCIS Stage 1, ER/PR +, HER-. My tumor was only 1 CM. Clinical diagnosis prior to surgery lead to a plan of lumpectomy, lymph node dissection, and radiation followed by 5-10 years of meds. I accepted that and prepared. I was engaged to be married June 2015. I wanted this done and ready to move on. We have 6 kids between us ages 10-25 and 3 grandbabies. My family needed me. My career, my marathon training - none of it allowed for me to skip too many beats. The ups and downs of this disease during diagnosis and treatment have proven to be so challenging. My surgeon called me one evening to tell me that the mass was removed and all margins cleared however 1 out of 3 lymph nodes had cancer. Now stage 2! Completely unexpected!! She mentioned a clinical trial called RXSponder and referred me to a medical oncologist. More unknown. My oncotype came in at 19, just barely in the intermediate risk group. I was scheduled to begin 6 rounds of chemo in 2 weeks but have chosen to put that on hold while I research the clinical trial. I've become used to the hurry up and wait involved in this process. On 1/1/15 I married my sweetie just a little earlier. Surrounded by our children, family, and my huge group of prayer warriors. My future is unknown. Randomized selection for either chemo or meds. It's in Gods hands as it has been since I first saw that spot. HUGS!