I haven't blogged for ages, because by the time I get on here and starting reading, a few hours go by and - well thats it. I'll do some back dated updates soon.
Its hard to believe that I have passed one anniversay - the anniversary of my diagnosis and am now approaching the first anniversary of my op. I don't know how I feel about that ... how odd.. part of me is relieved that the year is over, the treatment is behind me - well apart from the Tamoxifen!
I try not to think of it as a lost year, because there have been good things coming out of it, such as all the friends I have made on this site, a new view of life. But the other morning driving to work I had a momentary dip, this time last year I was saying goodbye to my boob, I was preparing for my sisters birthday and my op on 2 Oct - and I wanted to cry only for a moment, not a good idea when your driving - believe me I've done it. Don't know why I felt sad, I am hugely grateful to still be here and to have hopefully a good prognosis, a chance to still do things but occasionally I hate what has happened, I hate that this thing has changed my body in a way I don't like, I hate the Tamoxifen and how it makes me feel. Talk about a Sweaty Betty!!
I don't want to commemorate the day unless I can do it in a positive way, there is no point me wailing about it - never been someone to cry over spilt milk - well not much anyway.
So Friday 2 Oct is goodbye tumour day - you have been evicted and are not allowed to return, all trespassers will be annihilated. So now I am gonna plan some celebrations !!
