Hey, I'm new to this community. Oct 2024 I was diagnosed with primary breast cancer, then Nov bone mets which means no curative intent. It's a weird limbo. Neither breast or bones are enough to cause death. But the cancer will keep on spreading and that's what will get me. I'm 40. A single, childless cat lover. It's been over a month and I'm still reeling. Less than I was. But nights.... nights are so hard, that's when I break a little. There's a nodule on my lung. It's tiny. But CT scan in Feb to check if it's grown. And lymphs looked enlarged on last CT scan, possibly due to biopsies etc but possibly cancer. So ultrasound in a fortnight to see what's happening there. Right now I'm trying to prepare myself to be told that both the lymphs and the lung nodule are cancer. So far everything has been cancer. The lump. The calcifications (that was DCIS - precancerous cell changes). The back pain (no-one expected that to be mets but it was). Feeling emotionally stranded.
Not the intro I ever wanted to write. But hi to you all. I am more than my diagnosis but it's just a little all-consuming tonight.
BoF xx
