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My story so far….
I found out on 11th February 2013 that I am a BRCA1 carrier. Truth be told, I wasn’t sure what to think… “Did this mean I was going to die?” was probably the first thought that went through my head, for some random reason. I have a strong family history of cancer, breast and ovarian. My mum was diagnosed at 31 and died at 36, as did her mum. At the age of 29, I made the decision last November to find out if I was a carrier. It was really Michelle...
I had a lovely holiday in the South West and felt so well I had recovered from mastectomy had a bra fitting at Nicola Jane, got some great bras no one would guess I only have one boob. I was okay with my new body image.
The night before my first FEC didn't sleep that well. It's a strange concept to know you are going to have side effects of the chemo that are going to make one ill. I received my chemo at East Surrey chemo suite, the staff are lovely however they had trouble putting a cannula in...
A brief outline, I have a grade 3, multifocal, triple neg breast cancer with lymphovascular and perineural invasion and I have had a right mastectomy and sentinel node biopsy with clear margins.
It was Christmas that I noticed the lump but decided to not tell anyone until after the New Year. Any way it is only a cyst.
The day I boarded the roller coaster was the 26/2/13 when I was given the above infro when I was sitting in the consultants room listening to the histology report. He told us I had...
It's a while since I wrote one of these. If i looked back, I would see how I've changed, how things have changed.
In an effort to get through the winter months early in bereavement, I decided to start piano lessons again after far too many years. The lessons became something I did each week and gave me something to work on at home when I was on my own. Time has passed. I recall trudging through thick snow to get to one or two lessons, wearing thick ski mitts to try and keep my fingers warm...
We were out a very long time for the 3rd hospital intravenous appointment, but it went well and the greatest pleasure is not having so much arm tingling. Could be a result of having a heat rap all the time it was going in or simple the really hot weather we have had.
Tiredness has of course gone on, but I didn't really appreciate how tired I get until yesterday when we went to my grandson's 'early' birthday party. His mum is likely to produce his new brother too near his real August...
Well i did'nt know when or if this second cycle of chemo was going to start or even starting at all, but thankfully the first one has worked a little so here we are giving it another chance to do its job a little further. Everyone was at the clinic with me for the results and i must admit i was in shock at the news, being me i was expecting the the worse. I am determined to look on the bright side in future and kick cancers backside for as long as i can!!!!!
I have found keeping diary of the...
Got myself feeling a little gloomy lately, think it's all that jazz music I've been trying to listen to! So in this sort of situation the best thing to do is to reach for your favourite album.
It's always difficult to pick a favourite, so many to choose from. But this one beats all the rest for me.
It's a 1973 album by Ronnie Dyson and it's called "One Man Band". I adore this man's voice and I love all 10 tracks.
If I have to pick a favourite song it is "I Think...
Inanna was a Mesopotamian goddess who descended into the Underworld to rescue someone. I forget who, perhaps her husband? At some point she performs a striptease, culminating in her own skin, flesh, bone and then she escapes, survives, is triumphant!
Its the classic tale of an ordeal that is character-building; exactly as I expect this little episode to be.
Fears to be faced! I'm so vain, so private, such a recluse, such a coward!
I dare not even read any advice on the treatment I'll receive...
I found a lump one afternoon, about a month ago. I saw my GP, she referred me to the local hospital, I was told I definitely had breast cancer this morning.
Isn't it curious how calm I feel whilst simultaneously feeling a sense of rising terror?!
I'm like one of those prey animals who drop limply when they feel the tiger's jaw around their neck.
My preoccupations now are:
