When our daughter first informed us she had invasive ductal carcinoma, it really knocked the wind out of our sails.
I immediately went on a Google search, because that's how I roll. Rachel told me she had already done the same thing, as soon as she got the news.
This isn't the worst form of cancer one could have. The survival rate seems to be good, depending of course on what stage cancer we are talking about; we don't know that as yet.
Until we hear different, we are assuming she is at stage 1. This morning I found out there is a stage zero, but since the word "invasive" is involved, we can't claim that one for her.
I am thinking of all the breast cancer survivors I've met over the years. Since I've lived a lot of years, there are many. One, a lady named Helen who used to work at the butcher shop with Cliff, is in her nineties now. We visit her from time to time.
For now, we are staying optimistic.