There are
no words to describe the shock I felt. It took a couple of weeks to process
those words “you have breast cancer”. Why me? Why now? And most devastating of
all why do I have to subject my precious children and family to this?
As the
shock subsided somewhat, I made a decision: to only think of the positive.
Always look for the silver lining. And so my new life mantra is: Positive
vibes, positive mind!
I’ve
decided to document my treatment journey here firstly so my family and friends
have a place to go to hear about my progress. There are not enough hours in the
day to call and message everyone who cares (silver lining: there are so many
people who care!). And secondly, I am a documenter. At first I thought that I
didn’t want any sort of reminder of this heart-wrenching time. But then I got
to thinking that maybe just writing my story would help me process it better.
Maybe help my family understand better. Maybe help my children understand what
was happening if they read this sometime in the future.
So welcome
to my story.
The first
question I get asked when I tell people I have breast cancer is “Did you feel a
lump?”. So my story starts like this:
I felt a
lump. I would regularly self-check my breasts, not knowing what I was feeling
for. Then all of a sudden, there was no mistaking that there was something
there that wasn’t in the other breast.
I didn’t
hesitate to make an appointment to see my regular GP. So within a week I saw
her and upon examination she confirmed that there was definitely a change there
so it’s best to get it checked. At this stage I wasn’t too concerned. I only
finished breastfeeding my youngest about 2 ½ years ago and that particular
breast (right side) had felt a little different since then. I was sure it would
just be a blocked milk duct or cyst or something harmless like that. I was so
proud of myself for not jumping to any conclusions.
My doctor
agreed with me that most likely it wasn’t cancer as it didn’t “feel” like a
typical cancer to her (she has diagnosed multiple breast cancers) and also, I had
some pain and discomfort there and typically, breast cancers don’t hurt. (I now
know that is NOT always the case).
I
confidently called a specialty breast clinic and booked in for the very next
day. The next day also happened to be my husband’s birthday but I thought a
couple of hours at the breast clinic would be fine. I would still have time to
make a cake and special dinner for him. Ha!
I called my
Mum and told her and she offered to come with me of course. I told her no, I
was absolutely fine and I was sure it was nothing. Later that night, she
messaged me to tell me that she would definitely come with me. There’s that
motherly instinct.
The next
day I headed to the clinic, the youngest patient out of a room absolutely full
of grey haired, older ladies. Lots and lots of waiting. My first mammogram.
More waiting. An examination by the doctor. Then a very lengthy ultrasound. Very
lengthy. With lots of measurements taken. But that didn’t surprise me as I knew
there was something there. Just didn’t know what.
Back in
with the doctor and she said “What we’re seeing looks very worrying”. At that
second, I felt heat coming up my neck and my heart stopped for a second. “So it’s
not just a cyst?” I asked. She sadly shook her head “No.”
The clinic
was emptying . . . we’d been there hours at this stage. I took Mum outside and
told her what the doctor told me and had a bit of a cry/panic. It’s funny that
in the midst of this, I couldn’t believe that I wouldn’t be home in time to
make a cake for my husband’s birthday!
I was
called in for biopsies. Multiple. Under ultrasound guidance I had three fine
needle biopsies and 5 core biopsies. I was numb. Literally and figuratively.
After the biopsies I was taken to a quiet room to apply ice to the area to
minimise swelling. Mum joined me and we tried to process what was happening.
The doctor came in to check on us and again, we were prepared for the worst.
She would
call me the next day with the biopsy results but I could tell that she knew. My
medical TV show experience told me
that. Her body language, her tone of voice and her words were gentle and caring
and sympathetic.
So after 6
hours, we could go home. To “celebrate” my husband’s birthday. How on earth was
I going to put on a brave face in front of the kids? I don’t know how, but I
did. At least I think I did. And my poor husband. Happy birthday, your wife might
have cancer.
Day one of
this journey: 25/7/17. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.
Gail,
ReplyDeleteI know you've always been a beautiful scrapbooker, but you're clearly also a fantastic writer. I felt as though I was sitting in that room with you waiting, waiting, waiting.
My favourite part? "My medical TV show experience told me that!" Haha! As someone with extensive medical TV training myself, I'm always happy to meet a similarly qualified colleague. (I also have similar legal qualifications which I'm sure will come in handy next time I need to shout, "I'll see you in court!" or "You can't handle the truth!").
Thanks for sharing your journey. I've made an appointment for a mammogram.
cheers,
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You always had a way with words. I know three beautiful ladies, all similar ages to us who have fought this beast, and defeated it. I know you will too. You are in my thoughts and sending you so much strength and love♥️
ReplyDeleteYou're such a lovely lady, there is no reason why this should be your path... I hope you are able to navigate the bumps with grace and humor!! Much love xx
ReplyDeleteMy heart is heavy reading this but I know you will fight and not give up. I am thinking about you and praying for you. If there is anything at all I can do from here please do not hesitate to reach out. Love You dearly my friend..You got this!! And we are all here with you. xo
ReplyDeleteBtw this is Ally from the US xx
DeleteHow Beautiful Gail! How Brave you are! Thanks for sharing with us your journey! You are my hero right now.
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