Fast forward. I am going in to hospital in 4 day's time to have my malevolent boob removed. I had the most amazing chat yesterday with a friend who started her journey last June - same op so at least I feel a little more informed now. There are just some questions I didn't feel comfortable asking the Breast Care Nurse (although she is the most approachable person and faultless in her kindness). Just sometimes it is easier to ask a friend.
I have realised that I have no affection for my MB (malevolent boob). In fact, I just want it gone. I think I will feel a bit more relaxed once it has gone from my body. Then I can start my treatment for having had breast cancer.
Two of my main inspirations are sitting next to me at the table as I type. They are watching tv and creating the most amazing mess with glue and glitter!!!
The dogs are being very intuitive. Our older labrador follows me absolutely everywhere and quite often has to be persuaded to not follow me into the loo and bedroom. She terrified Ian the other day when she very suddenly started scratching at the kitchen door and whining. He had to phone me to check I was ok. She has always been very aware - she knew I was pregnant before I had an inkling. However I am also concerned what this says about Ian's state of mind that he actually listened to her and took it to mean something!
Right. Back to the fray...
Wobble over, I feel this blog is an inspiring take on rotten news. PMA vibes are coming in thick & fast via broadband. Fantastic start to your writings. I will send a link round to some people I know if that's OK (my mum etc). Perhaps you should do it via Facebook? Just a thought. However, I may get jealous if you get more followers than me. Oh well. My tiny shoulders are metaphorically broad. x
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