I'm still me......just a little different looking.

Day 12- after round three

It's been roughly 3.1/2 months since my diagnosis.... So much has happened to me in those few months....

We usually don't notice how time passes us by until we actually stop and think.... We come across memories and think 'wow, that was so and so years ago! ' and we shake our heads in disbelief at how fast that time went by.

Then you get the moments that seem to stand still, but fly by at the same time.... Like when a loved one leaves us.... And when I got my diagnosis....

I knew it would be bad news even before I got confirmation, but hearing it come out of my GP's mouth, looking at her tell me, then looking at my husband ... It all was in slow motion.... The words sank in then the world snapped back into place as I asked 'what now?' Then the world shrank away again.....

Before I knew it, doctors, specialists, radiographers, biopsy technicians, nurses, surgeons had their eyes and hands on my boobs!.... I've had them in machines that squash them down to a pancake , been poked and prodded, had them ultrasounded, scanned, dye injected directly into them, trace wires placed into them , tissue samples taken out of them and the surgeon doing his but to rid me of the cancer.... Sometimes my hubby even got to watch... Much to his horror, I'm sure! ... Any shyness about them has definately disappeared!

I am only mid way through my journey... It has taken its toll for sure, the change in my physical appearance tells the world of my battle.... The mental turmoil is mine only...

But every day I get up, embrace the changes, even if I don't like what I see...

I AM tougher than you, you might knock me down, but I WILL get back up and FIGHT you until YOU are back into the deepest depths of Hell where YOU belong ...