I am feeling so positive just now, I think I might be glowing and it is nothing to do with weight loss.
Our consultant has been through the same procedure I’m facing, so I asked if I could have a private word and we went into a back room. She was wonderful.
Her cancer was invasive and she was also pregnant so she wasn’t given the option of a lumpectomy. She said it took her about 4 weeks to get back to normal, 6 tops, and she is now waiting for reconstruction surgery. She said after the initial changes, you don’t really notice it very much, and she is glad she had it done. She had to have chemo though, and it was that which knocked her for 6.
She’s only in her 30s and has my utmost respect and thanks for her honesty and sharing her experience. She belongs to a support group which is quite local to me, and as you know, I am not afraid to ask for help should I need it.
I am not worried about the surgery. If anything, I wish it was tomorrow as I just want it done. It’s the afterwards, and the only way I’m going to get some idea is to talk to women who have been through it.
I won’t be facing chemo or radiotherapy, just a straightforward op and healing process.
Reality has been slowly creeping in, no doubts as such, just curiosity and the odd feeling sorry for myself as I wonder what I’ve done to warrant Dick the Shit knocking at my door.
There is some more good news too.
As I am likely to lose a little more weight during this, my consultant has agreed to adjust my target weight so as not to penalise me for going ‘out of target’ and thus have to pay until I’m back within range.