Thanks for sharing your story with me. The decision to have a mastectomy was instant. Did not struggle with it in the lead up, or since surgery.. A girlfriend told me of a t shirt doing the rounds in the States: "Yes, they'r fake..my real ones tried to kill me". I can really relate to that! Off with them. Be gone. Don't care. Just get this cancer out of me. Ditto Tamoxifen. Not an iota of debate with myself over taking it. Thrilled to learn I was ER postive so I could take it. MEnopause is just around the corner for me naturally anyway, so just a slightly earlier onset of horrible symptoms to deal with. Unfortunately no one will tell me I should do chemo. I had taken it as a given when first diagnosed I would be having it. Then my surgeon shared the news with me that no one in the treatment was prepared to say I should have it. The danger for me is that I have recovered really well from surgery, and just want to get on with living, and don't want that to cloud my judgement. How to answer the question if I will get more benefit chemo when they tell me it will be of little benefit, or am I better of continuing to lose weight to get down to the weight I should be, get back into the exercise I love, and enjoy an alcohol free life (gave up totally on diagnosis, with no intention of doing anything to make the chance of recurrence higher if I can help it), get my naturopath to tweak my supplements and just get on with living. They also told me that new evidence emerging that staying on tamoxifen for longer than five years adds a few more percentage points to beating recurrence. The noise in my head is deafening. And champagne no longer an option to quieten the noise. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
