Well, that's the biopsy done. As far as I can tell [bearing in mind I was unconscious at the time! :-)] it went well - certainly they didn't tell me about any problems/difficulties when I came round.
I'm home now and feel fine so will be going into work tomorrow.
I've done a little thinking about the possible Big Op. I am NOT worrying about it - I don't "do" worrying, it's not in my nature.
I've decided that if I do have to have a radical hysterectomy and bags, so be it. Thousands of people live with it and so can I.
Of course I'd prefer to be told that the biopsy showed the tumour was dead. That the Drittsekk was defeated. That I'd just be on a programme of scans for the next however many months/years.
But I can't ignore the possibility of the op and that's why I've thought about it and reached the above conclusions. If it keeps me alive, and gives me a quality of life and however many years to spend with my fiance, then that's what I'll do.
Like I've said before, whatever it takes.
Jacqui x
