I saw my BS on Wednesday and after some discussion we landed on an oncologist he thinks will be perfect for me. He knows me quite well now so I feel confident in his choice. I have his referral and an appointment for Tuesday week.
Amongst other things we had quite a long chat about my AI situation. Not strictly his area of course, but he knows his stuff. He said I absolutely had to take it as my cancer was so oestrogen hungry. That was good to hear in a way; knowing there's no wriggle room on this stiffens my resolve. However hearing my difficulties he did say let's get you to five years first and then review. And of course he said I could always try Tamoxifen. It will be good to talk to the oncologist about it.
It was a bloody good job I'd had a shower that morning (I usually shower at night) and by some miracle had shaved my armpits, because my BS took me completely by surprise asking to examine me... I wasn't due for this check up until November and so wasn't dressed for it. I'd usually be wearing trousers of some sort so I wouldn't have to completely disrobe, but I was wearing a dress! Anyway, all was good and even though I wasn't worried, it was a relief to hear.
After that I had an appointment with my breast care nurse. We had a good chat. First I ran the oncologist choice past her, and she was very pleased. She gets the real low down from her patients, and I knew she wouldn't bullshit me. There were two other names suggested and she was highly scathing of one and dismissive of the other! She says the one I'm going to see is funky, and really on the ball. Sounds very promising.
She gave me a yoga teacher recommendation, a woman who's had a double mastectomy herself and runs yoga after cancer classes. I've sent an email.
And then I showed her my foobs to get an honest opinion. I mean, she's seen thousands right?! We had a good old chat, about the chesticles and everything. I only got a little bit teary...