Today's the day I go to see the surgeon - my appointment is at 4.50 pm. I'm surprised to find that I woke up feeling very nervous as I've already been told by the breast care nurse what will probably happen. However, this is real. Am on my lunch hour at work - hence the blogg entry. My mind is a bit all over the place but being at work helps. It's an all male office (chaps are all quantity surveyors) appart from me (office manager, ie do all the admin and nag 'my boys' a lot) and they are all lovely chaps. Been real sweeties ever since I told them my diagnosis. I'm older than most of them so I think they regard me as their surrogate mum, it certainly feels like it sometimes!
Send me some strength giving thoughts at 4.50 please - I'm not the big strong person I thought I was.
FormerMember
Sending you all my most positive vibes, Pob! And you are stronger than you know or can imagine!
