Im all very new to this blog stuff so forgive me if i ramble !
My journey began last November (2017) when i found a "tiny" lump in my right breast. It was getting near christmas, my new career was just getting started and i felt better than i had in years having been suddenly widowed a few years earlier. The GPs were always busy, you always end end getting something in their waiting rooms, don`t you? So I left it a few weeks to see if it would disappear. No it didnt, so off i went, aghh trainee Dr only (with back up, if required). We will just sent you to the breast clinic, one stop shop, just to rule anything out the lovely GP said !!
So , by christmas I had been diagnosed with Ductal Invasive Breast Cancer. Booked for mastectomy in Jan and felt like an alien had come in and taken control of my body, my life, how dare they??
I`m rambling so .......to date
Mastectomy Jan, "tiny" lump turned out to be much bigger, ANC Feb as 14 nodes out of 20 affected.
Did not want chemo but here I am, getting through it. I have now had 3 fec, this was not pleasant and I take my hat off to any ladies out there who have managed to work at the same time, I was signed off. I am now day 10 after my first docetaxel and I feel like that alien is fighting me from the inside but I am going to see this out, have a holiday booked for next year, yes I was getting ahead of myself!
Throughout this journey so far, I have chosen to attend all my appointments alone, went for surgery on my own, god i was so scared, I dont have to but I dont want my children to see my fear, they are all young adults now, just starting life!! Its not fair !!
Sorry have to stop, having a moment
I have never thought of writing this stuff, its all very personal, but now i have to finish cos the tears are coming but thanks for reading
Hugs to all
xx
