I need to ask you all to do something…
I’ve just been diagnosed with breast cancer at 31. It’s already gone to my lymph nodes. It’s grade 3 aggressive. It’s triple negative which means chemo, surgery and radiotherapy & I’m scared.
This cancer, with the information that we currently have, is deemed totally treatable and doesn’t have a terminal prognosis.
I will also be undertaking genetic testing which will see if I carry genes that have a higher risk of this cancer and other cancers. Chances are the children are entitled to these too but that’s to be discussed with the genetic specialist.
Both mine were born prematurely at 33+6. #1 - Hudson is 2 on Tuesday. #2 - Canada is 5 months on the 10th.
In all honesty the diagnosis doesn’t scare me. It’s the impact of the treatment. For example Hudson used my hair as a comfort, and I’m scared he will reject me if I loose it or when it falls out in his hands.
I am not ready to give up feeding Canada-Rose on an emotional level but this is something we are working through. Although she is not at any risk while I am feeding her or the fact I have fed her. She is not taking to bottles well so we are encouraging weaning meals.
I am scared of not being well enough to look after the children during treatment. I am however thankful that they are too young to understand what is going on.
The healthy version of me, in ignorance, wants to run away and hide with the children and my OH. We're also meant to be getting married 27/05/23. Do we bring it forward or push it back?
This feels like an impending train that’s going to hit me. I can’t swerve out the way of it. But I don’t know what speed it’s coming, what direction it’s coming or what I’m going to be dealing with during the impact or afterwards.
Please please please can everyone check your boobs. Breastfeeding, expressing, formula feeding - please check them and get ANY lumps checked out by a professional. Check your lymph nodes in your arm pits. If they’re swollen, see your doctor.
I’m scared. But my silver lining is my kids are too young to remember this. I’m fighting for them. Just like they fought for me in NICU.