Yesterday's pre-appointment bag making was frantic. The usual gentle chug of the foot peddal became a whir in short bursts. It was more of an avoidance of thoughts than determined machining. There was obviously something playing on my mind but I didn't want to acknowledge it. Seams weren't straight and unpicking was plentiful.
My breastcare nurse is a treasure. The biopsy results from the last round of tests were good, the MRI discussion by the MDT on the other hand was not. one tumour that was initially measured as being 9mm on ultrasound, is now being reported as possibly 50mm. Lobular cancer is difficult to gage, as my plentiful scans testify. Because of the density of the breast tissue it's difficult to be certain until yet another set of biopsies are done. My first reaction was to laugh, I'm sure my nurse thinks I'm mad.
I had made my mind up very early on that IF it was necessary, I'd go for a double mastectomy and I wasn't the slightest bit surprised when my nurse suggested it might be on the cards - dependent on the next round of biopsy results. I say whip 'em off and have some peace of mind. With Mother dying younger than I am now, I have no qualms about the surgery.
So the bags. I have four needing finishing and only so much lining material left. With surgery, radiotherapy and possibly chemo ahead, I'm loathed to spend money on materials. Like many in similar situations, I'm forced to take stock of my finances. I think the time has come to seriously consider selling my creations. Plenty of friends and colleagues have asked to buy them, so I'm going to look into ways of making them pay. If nothing else it will be a good distraction.
Below are a couple of new designs yet to be finished but soon off to market!
