How many of us have said these words. i have decided I hate roller coasters!
The roller coaster started when I was brought in to the cold bland very small room to be told that I had breast cancer. The roller coaster did not start right away it was as if it was nearly empty of fuel so it kept jolting me forward in small movements.
It was not until I had to go for an MRI that the coaster started to move up the hill while anticipating the unknown at the top. The downward fall happened when I was told that the MRI scans were clear and we are only dealing with the tumor. Oh that is nice to know, we are ONLY dealing with the tumor. It was such a weird feeling I was relieved that obviously there were no other tumors but I still had to deal with one tumor which was plenty for me thank you very much and so the start of the ride really began.
Once the roller coaster reached the bottom it went in a straight line to enable me to just keep my head down and get to my surgery date and it was at this point the roller coaster decided it was going to go over every mountain in the world or so it felt like it.
Surgery passed pretty smoothly with a lumpectomy to the left boob apart from being the youngest in my ward by about 40 years. I remember one of the night nurses coming to me the night after my operation and asking can I not get to sleep. WHAT are you being serious between the night staff trying out their music skills with the metal bin lid and two other patients in the ward snoring so everyone in the country could hear it. How was a person supposed to sleep through that even with being doped up to their eye balls. Needless to say the next day i was dancing around the ward when the doctors came in so they had no reason not to discharge me. The nurses are lovely but my home and bed are more preferable.
My BCN told me everything that was going to happen during and after my surgery although I do not know how much I took in because I still remember being so shocked the first time I went to the toilet after my surgery to find that my pee was a spectacular turquoise colour, it was still a shock. It must have been the drugs because I also remember thinking that the colour was amazing and I wonder if I took a sample into B & Q could they colour match it. Then for one night only I became mamma smurf much to my two kids amusement.
