The beginning

On Wednesday, 11th November, I got my diagnosis. I was blindsided. I had convinced myself that the extensive bruising from a core biopsy was as bad as things were going to get. Lol.

Telling my loved ones has been the only tears, so far. I feel guilty that they are hurt because of me. And there's nothing I can do to change it. 

I have two daughters that are still in primary school. We are taking a "need to know" position with them until such time as an alternative is necessary.

I don't know anyone with cancer. No friends, no family, not any passing  acquaintances. I feel pretty bloody alone.

I also feel like a bit of a drama queen. My prognosis is very good. I am fortunate that I have an excellent surgeon; private insurance; flexible employment and boundless support. So why do I feel SOOOO bad?????

I am scheduled for a lumpectomy on Tuesday morning. I am already anxious, not over surgery, but over the juggling act associated. Who will take the girls to school? Will traffic be heavy at that time of day? Should I pre-cook dinner for the night I'm away? Maybe my brain is just trying to shift focus.