Christmas isn't far away, and since I last blogged I've been for a routine Breastscreen, had the call-back phone call, been back for more scans, ultrasound and ultimate biopsies, and voila! I have Early Breast Cancer. Those words, initially scary and scarier, I now find easier to say, and easier to tell those I care about. It's been detected early, I've read the pathology, I've met my McGrath Breast Care Nurse, I've got a 'Care' package, and I've got a whole new respect for everyone involved with the care of women with breast cancer. I am having surgery this Friday, after a fairly scary visit to radiology on Thursday in Ballarat in which I will have radioactive dye injected into my right breast, and hopefully I will be back home for Christmas.
The responses I've had to my situation have varied greatly, but all have been tinged with shock, concern and love and affection. I am surrounded by warriors, and most importantly, my Rock warrior, Peter, previously called Laird Peter in this blog, is by my side and is the most incredible, loving, caring, protective and funniest person I could ever have with me to keep me sane, focused, happy and on track on this unexpected journey.
That's enough for now. The only thing left to say is: pink takes on a whole new meaning.
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