So my story so far......
Got a leaflet through the door in August 2012 advising they were trialling early mammograms and they'd like to invite me to one. I was 47 and due to get married at end of October. DS1 was 17 and ds2 was 12. I threw the leaflet away as I juggled the girls regularly and never found anything. Later that evening it niggled away at me and I fished out the leaflet. Went for mammogram in a caravan in Asda car park.
September I get called into UCH to see the radiologist. DH2b and I go in to be shown pictures of what looks like 4 octopi in my left boob and I had a couple of biopsies there and then. The really ouchy gun ones.
We get married late October and I'd more or less stopped worrying as they hadn't called me back. 2 days into honeymoon I got called back to see consultant- like 'Come in now, we need to see you!' You can guess the rest.
So skin saving mastectomy in December , Chemo every 3 weeks until May, with a small break in isolation for neutropenia, then 15 rads later and back to work in July. On tamoxifen for a few years and then bladder started playing up so onto exemestane.
To present day: had some blood in my wee and what felt like the uti from Hell. 3 lots of antibiotics not shifting it. GP is getting sick of the sight of me, but after spending several (9) hours in A&E due to blood in my wee and pain, decided to refer to the fast track urology, just for a check.
Raced back from a really important interview on Tuesday for the cystoscopy. Nightmare day on public transport from one end of West Midlands to the other and sitting in a gown in, as they put it; the smear position. Trying to ignore the whole undignified things going on when I heard something you really don't want a doctor to say: ' What is that? I've never seen that before! I sit up and he shows me the screen. It looks like bright yellow flowers. Very pretty, but they're in my frigging bladder! Oh and I have a uterocele as well that has to be pierced. Should have been picked up when I was a child apparently, so my kidney is likely to be damaged.
Then this morning I get the letter for a pre-op assessment on Monday. As in not even a week away! I'm screwed aren't I? I have work in 6 hours and I can't sleep. DH is working away and I'm numb. I wasn't going to google, but I did. Cases of breast cancer returning in the bladder are rare, but increasing apparently. And the treatment looks horrendous. I don't want to wee in a bag forever. I just want to ignore it and pretend nothings happening.
I've only just gone back to work after 2 weeks sick as the pain was so bad. Still is but I'm sort of getting used to it. How the hell do I get through work (emergency despatch) like this. And supposed to be hearing whether I get new job on Tuesday. And my boys....I've only told them about how I have a super-power: growing flowers in my bladder. 
I just can't, I don't know: think,sleep, cope? I wish I hadn't pushed the gp for tests, I wish I hadn't t opened that damned letter.
Sorry about the verbal diarrhoea- I have no one to talk to. My parents just think I'll be in and out and it'll be a kidney stone. My DH was nearly broken last time. My youngest one; his dad died last year of the frigging flu! My eldest ran away to his dads last time as he couldn't cope properly (not blaming him) poor thing. He's still living down south. I have work for the next 6 days now. I'm on a late shift when I have the assessment on Monday morning. What the fuck do I do?