Never thought I'd write a blog
I was first diagnosed on Feb 22. What a shock...I still want to know when someone will tell me it's all a big elaborate, painful prank - anyone?
Although I am fine telling other people I have breast...
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February 22nd was the day or I should say 3am in the morning when I found a lump in my right breast I remember it really well as I was listening to the radio in the carpark of the Dr's at 6.30am waiting to chase the receptionist inside. The radio was reporting from NZ as it was one year to the day of the Christchurch earthquakes.
Drs appt at 10.30amthen straight off for ultrasound back to Drs the next day and a failed biopsy attempt (my fault I fainted then fitted and freaked everyone out) the following day. I choose to go away for a week on a pre booked training seminar........denial stage I would say.
Back for biopsy ( I was better behaved that time) and then follow up appt with Dr on March 12. I walked in expecting a diagnosis of fibroandenoma and my lovely sweet Dr said " I'm sorry the news is not good" I said " I don't have time for this .......I have clients to support, a promotion at work, a training session in LA in a few months and my husband is away ........."
I coped with the diagnosis in a very mature fashion, I bought wine drove home and walked around my garden and house getting stonkingly drunk and crying down the phone to my husband and friends.
I to am post lumpetomy 27th March but have had an internal bleed so my breast looks like a plum/prune.
At home going bonkers because I have been told not to do anything and stay in bed.......watching the bleed and bruising spread and some really awful daytime tv - who do they program that shit for??
I have had days when i just want to get off this god awful ride and the day I received my "my journey" kit I nearly hurled it off the verandah stating to my husband I don't wait to go on a journey, I don't want a kit for the frigging journey I just want to get off......
I have also had days when the ladies on this site have helped me through by just being there. I sit and read replies to my Whoa is me posts and tears stream down my face for the support that I have been given.
I too have had days where I just throw my arms in the air (though not since surgery) I'm on the bus and thats all there is to it.
Please hang in there and here with us and hopefully we can help each other through all stations on "the journey" that no one wants to take.
Georgie