So much for retirement at the beach of my dreams.
I suppose you have all gone through the same sort of thing but oh my gosh I am so angry I could just spit!
Never sick, very healthy, retired 6mths ago to the beach of my dreams and whammo, first doc visit in my new town is breast cancer. My GP pretty much knew as much on 2nd October and sent me for blood tests, mammogram, ultrasound and while I was at the testing centre they did a needle biopsy.
Doctor is still a bit browned off the biopsy came back with nothing more than malignant cancer in the report. I think it was supposed to say a bit more info than that.
More tests, chest, abdominal and pelvic scans and a bone scan showed nothing else but the one lump which isn't any guarantee of more cancer but for now its a bit of good news.
Another biopsy, a core one this time and another ultrasound mostly of the underarm last week and next appointment tomorrow where I have to decide (if its still my choice after the biopsy results) if I want a lumpectomy or a mastectomy.
I am not well gifted in the breast dept and can barely fill a c cup so I am thinking, for me, I will go the mastectomy whatever the results.
What's helped me in all this 4 weeks of waiting is my planning of what I will need post op etc. I presume raising my arm above my head and lifting will be out for a while so being a mad fish keeper I called a friend to collect some of my fish and I shut down the highest and lowest tanks.
I have dogs which I would like to be able to pat also. I bought a box of surgical gloves for patting dogs and feeding fish their foods.
No deodorant for underarms, yuck, so I bought a packet of antibacterial wet ones for cleaning under there. I seem to have less odour there now than when I was even using deodorant. Weird hey?
Just been making notes of things I will need help with from my hubby and my boys and telling them as I go.
Best thing in the world to take my mind off everything was a planned visit to a sexlife shop. Over 50 and neither hubby nor I had ever set foot in one in our lives and we had a ball and laughed like mad before, during and after the visit. It was like being naughty teenagers again and did both our worried souls the world of good. My advice, do something crazy pre-op while you can.
I am a bit of a planner so as soon as I have a surgery date I will be much happier.