Hello, really didn't want to be here, and I don't know if I belong. I found a lump 3 weeks ago, was referred to the one stop breast clinic. That appointment was on Monday, but I ended up just having an examination as they had no ultrasound appointments. Two weeks of anxiety, only to leave none the wiser. My partner (we don't live together) wangled me onto his health insurance a couple of years ago, so I had a private consultation on Thursday, and had an ultrasound , mammogram and biopsy. He said he is 60-70% sure it's cancer. I have an MRI booked for next Thursday, and he (Mr K, lovely man) is hoping he'll have biopsy results by Wednesday, in which case I'll have an appointment with him on Wednesday evening.
I'm not one to meet trouble halfway, but this time I've not just met trouble, I've picked trouble up, chauffered it home and made it all comfy in my spare room. I'm wide awake in the early hours, Not Googling with all of my might. Finding it hard to be 'normal' but craving normality so much. I went into work yesterday, after being awake since 2.30 am, but admitted defeat at about 3 pm and went to speak to the main man (I work with priests, our office structure is hard for people to get their heads round!), who was wonderful, told me to go home, he was so kind I struggled not to cry. Priests are good at this shit. And they'll be prayers and candles for me, and I'll take all of that (am agnostic).
Sorry, clearly not sleeping has resulted in verbal diarrhoea 🙁