• Health,  Month 1,  Week 2

    Week 2-Biopsy Wednesday

    The breast cancer biopsy was scheduled for a week later, the following Wednesday.  The receptionist was very apologetic that it was going to have to take so long.  Those of you who have been down this route will understand what that week was like.  For those of you that haven’t, think of it as a black hole.  Your life has been changed irrevocably.  The doctor who deals with these things day in and day out is clear that you have cancer, but that is all you know.  You have no idea of the size of the lumps, how quickly they are growing, how many there are, and as the week…

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    Week 3- No chance at Resuscitation

    I have no idea why, but week 3, despite knowing that now I certainly had cancer, turned out to be easier than Week 2.  My appointment with the Consultant to get an update on my cancer diagnosis threw some of that relief out of the window .  It seemed to be an eternally long wait in the appointment to actually get to the ‘’what, why’s where’s and when’s”. I found myself having a completely uncontrollable fit of the giggles when being weighed, I discovered I weighed the same as last year (when I had a serious car accident and discovered I weighed a good bit more than I thought, but…

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    Week 4- 55378008

    Knowing that major surgery would now be imminent, followed by what would inevitably become a long and slow recovery/further treatment plan, the decision would have to be made as to how to explain this to my son. I had made my mind up that if it was just a lumpectomy, then he would just have to know that mummy was having a little operation and that would be it. The plan was already formed to take him to England to stay with his grandparents whilst I had the surgery and recovered, so in theory, he might have been none the wiser.  However, now, this was different.  There was no getting…

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    Week 5- a Dripfeed of Shit

    I was having to return to the doctor the following Thursday for a final ‘catch-up/prognosis’ before leaving for the UK the next day. That Thursday was sobering. I had an appointment with the Consultant in the morning, followed by an appointment with the anaesthetist at lunchtime, followed by an appointment with my GP in the afternoon.  A day of doctors, preparing me for the endless appointments to come. My good friend who had already been through all of this had previously explained how what you get once you have had a cancer diagnosis is a basic ‘dripfeed of shit’ at every appointment, and this visit was no different. Drip, drip,…

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    Week 6- Why Me?

    Week six started with a gentle hangover as I started the journey back to France from my friends’ wedding. Going to the wedding was great, and just what was needed before the looming surgery. I have discovered that having cancer is a bit like when you have a baby and start going back out into the world of socialising, you literally have nothing to talk about other than the baby.  It is the same with cancer, even if you are not talking about it, it is constantly and incessantly on your mind in these early days.  Drink and be merry… It was nice therefore, to be able to drink some…

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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…