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    Week 7- The Chop.

    It was always there, looming in the distance, that day, when surgery was going to happen. In my case, I flew back from the UK, arriving home at 2am on a Monday morning, before going into hospital on the Tuesday morning. Ducks in a row… That Monday was a bit of a bonkers day.  I slightly lost the plot, I must admit, and suddenly, it was overwhelmingly imperative to get my affairs in order.  This involved transferring my little savings to a good friend in the UK, thinking that if I wasn’t going to come out of the other end, then at least it would be easy enough for my…

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    Week 8-the currency of life

    Once I returned home, I was pleasantly surprised at the pain levels that lopping off your boob induces.  In fact, it reiterated to me once again, just how massive an accident I had the previous year.  With the accident, even lifting the duvet was painful, and I cannot begin to describe the level of pain brought on by a sneeze.  This pain on the other hand, was manageable, and after a couple of days of paracetamol, I found myself able to start moving and getting out for some fresh air. Queenlike… Once again, the tribe of people around me were tremendous. I came home to find an apartment which had…

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    Week 9- keep that dripfeed coming…

    Week 9- keep that dripfeed coming… Week 9 started off with a follow-up consultation with my surgeon. It was all a little bit ad-hoc, with my notes still written on paper, given that the latest biopsy results had only just come through.  Surgery all went well, he examined my non-boob and looked very pleased with his surgery.  The was however, a teeny, tiny problem.  There was a bit more cancer than they had anticipated.  When they took off my boob, what they had thought to be three cancerous lumps had turned out to be four.  In addition, the dreaded lymph nodes had decided to rear their little lymphy heads and…

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    Week 10- she’s gone nuclear!

    I had anticipated that surgery would be on the afternoon of the first day of week 10, after my full body scan, or else three days later, on the following Monday. However, after much chasing of cancer nurses at the hospital, it transpired that it wasn’t now going to be until the following Wednesday. My circle of influence has pissed off… It was not a major setback in the scheme of things, but once you are on this rocky road, and finding that your circle of influence and control grows smaller and smaller with each passing day, even these little bumps in the road hit you that bit harder than…

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    Week 11- you are what you eat?!

    The full node clearance surgery went ahead on the Wednesday afternoon in week 10.  Once again I became re-acquainted with my hospital room and once again I became re-acquainted with hospital food. Something that I have found quite interesting during this process is that, apart from the standard ‘how many units a week do you drink’/’do you smoke’ discussion, there has been absolutely zero questions asked or information given about diet and nutrition.  The more you read about this topic, the more you begin to understand that diet can play a significant part, not only in cancer prevention, but also in ensuring that you can do your best to live…

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    Week 12- Things Can Only Get Better…

    I wonder whatever happened to D’ream?  That was a song and a half- the theme song of a new Labour government in 1997…if only we knew then what we know now… but I digress… After having all my lymph nodes removed, I then had a week of recovery before returning to see my consultant to get yet another updated diagnosis based on the results of this latest surgery. Oh when the cancer marches on… The results were that yet more cancer had been found in two more lymph nodes.  Ho hum. It may sound bizarre, but I was quite pleased about this in a very bizarre way.  It meant that…