just 6 weeks ago my life was normal, I went to work, texted my friends , spoke to my daughter and watched TV in the evening unaware that my whole world was just about to be turned upside down, My routine mamagram was the next day - no worries it wasn't my first and the only reason I wasn't really looking forward to it was because the radiographer at the last one had been less than pleasent but never mind it was only 5 minutes and then forget it for 3 years, ... move forward 3 weeeks and I'm sitting in the breast clinic in a hospital gown being told that there are changes in my right breast , I need a needle biopsy , would like the results by letter, where would I want the surgery - this can't be right I'm not ill , I don't have a lump , there must be a mistake but of course not modern medicine has found the alien in my boob , then I'm sat in front of a surgeon saying the words you dread- mastectomy, chemo, it still feels unreal but after the shock the postive side presents itself - a free boob job -YEH for me as the wrong side of 50 and generous in the boob department this is good news - then I went out meet a friend and shared a bottle of wine , and then had another one with my daughter in the evening , and the next day I went to a wedding reception and dance and drank and laughed -the best weekend I've had in ages
so now here I am , I've seen my surgeon who has confirmed that I have 1 area of cancer and 1 area of pre cancer in my right breast, plus cells in 1 lymph node so full mastectomy, chemo, hormone treatment +/- radiotherapy and herceptin. I've seen a plastice surgeon and I'm on his waiting list (12-18 months) for a reconstruction of the right and reduction of the left boob, I've checked out the websites that sell scarves and hats for the chemo, I now I just need the letter to arrive with my date for surgery so that I can start the journey back to me
