my story from the beginning
Lying in bed on Wednesday 4th of July 2012 I was compelled to check my breast I felt something and thought… that 's weird. I touched wood a number of times but I still felt very worried and concerned as it just didn't feel right. The next morning I made an appointment for the following day with my GP. She referred me for a mammogram, ultrasound and biopsy. On Wednesday the 11th I went for the scans. They told me after the ultrasound they only do biopsies on hard masses and I would require a biopsy. It was slightly painful and felt quite overwhelmed but when the radiologist kept saying that the results would be back by the Friday and to make sure I made an appointment for Friday I knew something was up. I cried... Back at work the next day I received the worst call of my life... to come in to see my GP urgently. Trying to work out how quickly I could get there; I was being a bit resistant; they put my GP on to talk to me; I said “it’s not good is it Hannah” and she said “no I need to see you straight away to arrange referral” the taxi ride and waiting were torture. The roller coaster ride had began...