Well fab news. No spread of the beast found in the sentinel node, return to the tamoxifen for 5 to 10 years! Over the moon or what. My partner attended this appointment, she was so determined! There was a tidal wave of relief, amazing experience.
So that’s round 1 to me and our fab NHS.
Kicker is I have a faulty BRCA2 gene, the Angelina Jollie one. Being male and having had breast cancer, with the faulty gene as well, stats are not in my favour for being beast free for the rest of my days. But I feel I have 5 good years, a good breather in this roller coaster fight with the beast, time to get fit, eat well and be prepared for round 2, I will need all that strength then. Pancreatic cancer is a strong contender for round 2. Really hard to detect and hard to treat. It took my Martine from me.
Within my beautiful people I’m going to include Daisy, my westie. Feisty, difficult sometimes, bit of a biter and draws blood, but a heart the size of a hot air balloon and the most faithful dog I have ever known. I got her from my Mum after Daisy kept nipping my Dad who was on home diailisis and couldn’t afford any infections. I had to let Daisy know who was the pack leader, and it wasn’t her, she just didn’t know it. After a couple of fights with blood drawn (mine), she fell into line.Through the dark days after losing Sandra, the dark days of losing Martine, there was this gorgeous white puff ball steadfastly by my side helping me so much. She was amazing. Sadly a few days ago the vet informed me daisys kidneys had failed, hence her not eating for a week and refusing to go for a walk. With heart break I had to take Daisy to the vet to end her suffering today. The fourth worst day of my life. Another bereavement but at my instigation, I feel so guilty even though it was the right thing to do for her. I just couldn’t bear the thought of her being in anymore pain than she was. After saying good bye to her this morning there is a huge gap in our lives which this little fluff ball filled. Never again will I have that joy of her greeting me as I come home, or telling me it’s time to get up, to feed her, to give her a treat, or watch he4 charge around the house like a mad thing with Buster. I have been so sad today, tears on the verge of flowing at the mention of her name. Thank you Daisy for everything you did for me and all those happy memories.
And my dear Mum, widowed 5 years ago, struggled so much after dad died on her own, but I finally got her into a £6,000 a month care home which is draining my savings. The sale of her house is going through but as well as having advanced dementia, she contracted Covid-19 whilst in the home and we take th8ngs one day at a time.Very stressful time but deep breaths and dog walks will get me through, as well as the amazing, fabulous support of my loving partner.
