I have finally managed to get an appointment at the Breast Clinic, though not with my consultant as she is away for a further two months.
Originally my appointment was 6th February, then this was postponed until the 20th.
As Hubby had his own overnighter appointment, I couldn’t attend, so the revised date was the 6th March, only to be postponed until the 20th March.
This was then cancelled until May, and I thought enough was enough.
Although my mammogram came back with no cause for concern last year as it had the year before, I am anxious as I am tender, swollen, and sometimes have pain around the scar site. I have contacted the support team, and they say this is perfectly normal.
I’ve never been in this position before, this was my first surgery apart from tooth extractions, and my uncertainty is making me restless as I don’t know what to expect.
I have read articles of breast cancer sufferers where the cancer has returned elsewhere in the body after two years. It’s two and a half since my lumpectomy, and I am so afraid it will come back despite my medication.
A slice of Humphrey was sent away for further analysis to ascertain whether I would benefit from chemotherapy. He registered so low on the scale, I was lucky in that I would only require 20 radiotherapy sessions. I was relieved beyond belief and had to be on my own for a while.
The journey is going to be a killer for both of us, nearly 400 miles in total. Neither of us is looking forward to it, but at least we can share the driving.
Hopefully having seen someone face to face will put my fears to rest.