My results are in this blog. Sorry it’s a bit long winded. I’m building suspense 🤣
Throughout any cancer journey there is a lot of waiting. Waiting for initial diagnostic imaging, waiting for biopsies or tests, waiting for results, waiting to see a specialist, waiting for a surgery date, waiting for more results, waiting for what’s next.
In my work, patients have always said to me that the waiting is the worst part and I have to agree. And I was lucky. Being in the industry, there were some strings pulled and I was squeezed in at the diagnostic level and I jagged a cancellation with the surgeon for my initial consultation.
The absolute hardest part of my journey so far, was being diagnosed over the Christmas period. The GP was closed. The surgeon was closed. The breast care nurses….closed. There was no one to talk to. My brain went wild. My knowledge became both an advantage and a disadvantage.
By the end of the ten day period, I had made decisions on what I wanted to do in terms of surgery, but my mind had also conjured the absolute worst case scenario. I hadn’t slept, hadn’t eaten, had lost weight and generally lost condition. Not a good way to start a battle against cancer.
I am the type of person who has to have a plan. If I am moving forward ticking things off, I’m okay. There was no plan. The only thing I could think to do was to swim……. every day. My friends rallied to keep me company. All the while, I was thinking about our holiday on the 9th of January….. cancel or not cancel?!
Once the GP opened (2nd Jan), I got a referral to the surgeon, got some sleeping pills and had a good cry with a professional. Tick, I had done something.
Then I waited another four days for the surgeon’s offices to open (6th Jan). They opened three days before our holiday (9th Jan). As I said earlier, I was lucky enough to get a cancellation, we saw her 17 hours before we flew out!
We decided to start hormone blockers, go on holiday and book the surgery for as soon as we returned. The hormone blockers were the key in my mind, I was doing something towards my treatment, moving forward.
We had a great holiday and I will be forever grateful we took the time. It allowed us as a family, firstly to set it aside and have some fun and then as it came closer, time to prepare ourselves for what was ahead. I ate and I slept in the first week, the second week was harder.
Then I came home with Influenza B!! No one else got sick, just me. Not really surprising considering I was in poor condition. It made for a challenging surgery, a grumpy anaesthetist and a tough recovery. But, I got through it.
In a way, the difficult recovery was good, it took my mind off the pathology results. I had to focus completely on getting well, my asthma was bad and I had wounds to heal. I had things to work on to move forward, and working on that, got me almost the whole way until results day.
Almost.
The last two days were tough, my mind was going over all of the possibilities. Thank you to those who provided distractions.
Yesterday, we drove to Perth. I did not stop talking the entire way, poor husband. But, it was a good indication my chest had recovered and the only way I knew to stop me thinking about what was coming.
The results were good! The lymph nodes are clear, all margins are clear, the lesion was a little bit smaller than expected, the nasty little bugger is gone! No radiotherapy. Then she said…… but I would like you to see an oncologist just to get their opinion. The cancer was invasive, therefore, ‘preventative’ chemotherapy still isn’t off the table and we need their opinion on long term hormonal therapy.
So, fantastic news, I am so relieved and it is all very positive. But, a small part of me thinks….. great, here I am back to waiting. The referral is sent, so fingers crossed it isn’t too long until I see someone. Hopefully I don’t need it, but chemotherapy was always a scary thought to me because it is something I know little about.
In the meantime, I am back to my activity table and healing, the wounds have a way to go yet. My daughter and I are having a 1000 piece puzzle race. She’s good, and she also has techniques to distract me from my puzzle in order to get the upper hand. I think I might have selected the easier puzzle though, so we’ll see…
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