We are currently measuring in at a whopping 5 cm cancer in my left boob, however, we’ve got no spread (thank the lord for small mercies).
The next 4 weeks seem jam packed. My calendar has never been so full in the past 18 months (how sad). I’m booked in for blood tests, another CT Scan, and MRI scan and have my Oncology appointment. Still have the fertility and genetics appointments to come through. On Monday, they said my first chemo session would be before 10th June for 6 cycles. That seemed so long away when I had already waited 6 weeks from finding the annoying lump to seeing the consultant this week. But I don’t have time to get in any sooner. I was hoping as lockdown eased and we could start having a life again it would mean beer gardens, shopping trips and time with my mates. Hospital appointments weren’t on the list.
My sister came up to stay on Monday and left on Thursday afternoon. I literally had the best week with her. Eating loads of lush food and necking cocktails in the afternoon with no guilt. Had right good laugh. Seems weird writing the now given the circumstance to why she was here. I think she thought she would be here to stroke my head and tell me it would be ok while I took to my bed. I was envisioning me after a bad break up. All puffy eyed and eating ice cream out the tub feeling purely sorry for myself. That's not been the case. Yet. There's still plenty of time for that though. She was here as support in my consultant appointment. If I can recommend anything, so far it would be to NOT go to this appointment alone. She was my note taker. And boy did I need one.
2 days after my appointment, I took a look through the 'Boob Bible' and there was so much I had missed. The book will stay in the lovely file given to me by the NHS so the designated note taker at the time can scribe the appointments. One less thing for my brain to worry about. And who doesn’t love a bit of new stationary and filing system.
