On the 1st of September I had my first meeting with one of my surgical consultants. If I’m honest I don’t really remember an awful lot of that appointment other than ‘it is breast cancer’ and ‘we are going to get you through this’. Not all of the biopsy results had come back at this point but enough for diagnosis.
I also met the first of several fantastic breast care nurses. They have been a tower of strength. Two weeks of scans, blood works and pre op assessments started. Without my amazing best friend Liz, I wouldn’t have got to or through these. I was too terrified to drive and she picked up the pieces I’d crumbled into.
Without doubt everyone I have encountered has been kind and caring. The radiographers who did my scans, although can someone invent a more comfortable way of having an MRI than lying face down with your boobs in a box and arms above your head, we’re kindness itself.
The 2 days after my birthday I had my next appointment, and I met my surgeon and another incredible nurse. He checked and rechecked everything, explained everything and gave me surgery date - which was in for days time.
