Lesley Owens Moore

Age: Adult
Association: Survivor
Region: Old Lyme, CT
Cancer: Breast

"My mother had breast cancer so I guess I may have known it was coming."

It started with my routine yearly doctors’ appointment. Really only to go to get the mammogram referral. This time my doctor said really offhandedly that he was going to order a breast ultrasound just to save time. I have dense breast tissue that is difficult to see into with medical imaging. My mother had breast cancer so I guess I may have known it was coming. During the first ultrasound, the technician told me, with a series of beeps and keyboard clicks, to expect a call. Sure enough, I was back a few days later and I was told it was probably nothing. The radiologist would read it while I waited and they hoped they would send me home with the assurance it was fine. This isn’t what happened. There was a suspicious mass they wanted to perform a needle biopsy on. Again, I was told this was most likely nothing. Again, this isn’t what happened. Two days after that, I lay on a table and they took tissue samples with a needle and placed metal markers in my breast in the unlikely event that it was cancer. After the tumor was found, I had a breast MRI that revealed more breast cancer that was separate from the tumor. It was another enormous blow. I left the needle biopsy session and was told it could be up to 48 hours until I would get a phone call from the doctor. It was only 26 hours later when my phone rang at work. The doctor said, “I am really sorry but it is cancer. There is a tumor and it is cancer.” I sent 2 texts. One to a group feed with my sisters and one to my friend Alexandra. Then I kept working. I didn’t know what else to do. I confidently told people through the 3 surgeries that if I went dark, became non-communicative, Alexandra would know what was happening.