I'm sorry folks, but I feel like swearing! Since diagnosis I have managed to remain positive and relatively up beat, I haven't screamed or shouted or cried buckets somehow I have managed to find an inner strength to deal with all that has happened But today that inner strength almost let me downI had to visit the damn GP today, routine blood pressure check , repeat prescription, nothing to do with the cancer. Now this is the self same GP who when I presented with breast/ underarm pain that had been interupting my sleep suggested I take a paracetamol at bed time. ( Thank goodnesss for routine mammograms) This is the self same GP whose wife ( also our GP) rang up asking how the operation went BEFORE I had had it) The same GP who dared to suggest to my husband that I might be in denial about the cancer (I am sure you can imagine my husband's reaction) I have not seen him since May and really did not want to go but I had no option. My plan was to smile , remain calm and polite get the blood pressure done, pick up prescription and be out of their like a shot. But no, he want to chat about guess what the bloody cancer,how was I what treatment was I having ( didn't he know?) and what was I doing to keep my brain active! It's a good job he sat at the otherside of his desk or else I could have hit him one I did not/do not what to engage in conversation with this man, or his wife unless I am at death's door ( we are changing GPs once the new health centre nearby is completed and opened)
Thanks folks steam well and truely let off and I am feeling much calmer and more like my old self.
Take care
kathx
