Last week, I was diagnosed with inflammatory breast cancer and I wanted to write this blog about this journey on which I am embarking.
I have got undressed more times in the past 7 days than seems possible. I have been prodded and poked. I have had all sorts of things stuck into my veins and skin and have stood, laid down on the most elaborate bits of kit. I have heard and read so much information in the past few days that it has been like cramming for exams when you know the year’s work has not been done and the trepidation is much the same! Only difference being that this really is life or death.
Low point this week was probably an MRI – lying face downwards with boobs fitting through 2 holes obviously designed for those without the breast cancer swelling. I then had an infusion of something that makes you feel like you have wet yourself. Get the idea? It’s been great!
I still have to face hairdresser today to have my hair cut shorter before it starts to fall out. I hate my hair when short but guess I will have having none even more…will try “cold cap” and hope for the best.
Health-wise I am now “chemo ready” – mentally I am not.
If treatment success depended on the support I am being given, I will sail through – I never realised how many fantastic friends and family I had and how much strength they can give. I know I won’t be able to keep in touch with everyone as much as I would like but will try and write this blog instead…