Hi all
It is now 3 weeks since the bottom dropped out of my world and I was told i had Breast Cancer. I've discovered that the fact that i have the disease doesn't particularly bother me, S**T happens, what I really can't stand is the lack of privacy.
I hate being poked and prodded and treated like a piece of steak, which has led to various medical professionals being treated to the rough edge of my tongue. So far I've chewed a new backside for Bob the Butcher (Surgeon) and Dr Crippen's less than able assistant. I've just started on Tamoxifen to try to shrink the tumour prior to surgery. I appreciate the why, but I'd cope better if they would just operate.
How long does this C**P actually go on for? I really don't think I actually have the tolerance levels required for this. I kind of hoped it would be surgery, bit of Radiotherapy maybe, reconstruction.
Having read various blogs and forums, I don't ever think I'll get to calmly accepting or stoicism. I'm not knocking it! being angry all the time is exhausting.
Worryingly, Dr Crippen says Tamoxifen might make me moody and irritable, Oh! Dear!
