Shock. Anger. Denial. Acceptance.

Driving down to the premier Huntsman Cancer Center for a mammogram is frightening - you can go there for a regular mammo, but when your doctor strongly suggests you go there, as quickly as you can get in, you know that something is up. And when the radiology technician calls you back for a second and a third film, hiding her emotions by looking down or away, you know it can't be good.

It wasn't. Immediately, a biopsy was done. The doctor was kind, and explained what was being done, and why. Snip after snip of tissue was taken and sent for testing. The results were in less than 24 hour later: Cancer.

Shock. Cancer does not run in my family.

I eat a clean diet - no junk foods, no soda, no fried foods, no chemical laden foods, no GMO foods, SERIOUSLY CLEAN. I don't smoke. Never have. I like my lungs.

I exercise 6-10 hours a week. Orange Theory, body building at the gym.

I am the epitome of health.

All tests have always come back 'AMAZING!"

Therefor, this can't be happening to me.

Anger.

I've done what I could to never ever put myself in a non healthy state. What did I do differently? Was it in my diet?

I ate additional protein, upping my protein content to 100 grams a day. I needed it for building muscle. Could excess protein build cancer?

This is not fair, not right.

How could my body betray me? I've been so good to it!

Denial.

I don't think I really hit the denial. Except for when I awake. I think, "Bad dream" and then reality. I hurt from the biopsy.

Acceptance.

Kick cancer in the butt. I might have it, but it will NOT have me.

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