Gilly and Top, thanks so much for your replies. It’s really comforting to be around women who have gone through this, makes feel less alone. My family keep telling me we will be positive and get through it together which I know they mean 100%, but it’s still a bloody lonely place. I sent everyone to bed last night so I could just be alone and not put on a face for everyone else. I had a good cry, felt sorry for myself for an hour then swung back into “everything will be ok”. This morning I’m somewhere between the two.
Doctor said most important now is clear CT scans and good response to chemo, so it helped to have it digested into bite sized pieces of smaller worries if that makes sense.
Hospital called today, ECG on Friday (is this to make sure I’m fit and fighting for chemo?) and MRI on Saturday. I’m glad it’s moving quickly and defo prefer having some targets. I’m sure when I’m waiting for the results I’ll be shitting my pants like.
I do have a nurse but I’m absolutely terrified of calling her. It’s like I want to bury my head in the sand. I know I can’t and the more I know the better but I’m absolutely terrified of what I will be told.
And whilst I’m typing this, hospital called back, I’m booked in on 11th Sept for mammogram, ultrasound and clip marker.
What’s scaring me is the size of the lump, it’s literally 7.5cm or 10cm (I forget). But the speed at which it appeared is what made everyone think it was milk blockage. Even ultrasound didn’t cause panic, they only did biopsies to make sure. I asked if the entire lump was cancerous or if some of it is milk and they couldn’t say 🤷🏼♀️. How can something that big appear so suddenly? Gah.
Top, I’m really sorry you’ve had to go through this shit more than once. Reading everyone’s stories here of you all getting through, cracking on and living life at the same time is really inspirational to me. I hope to be able to support and comfort somebody in the future in a similar way.