No word, so I rang up again. Not something that would have bothered me in the years bbc (before breast cancer), but something that was turning me into a panicky idiot now. Managed to find out that my pre-op date was set for 10th November, the op itself tbc.
A letter arrived five days later - pre-op on 10th. Op on 12th. Ten days away.
At this point, I was still free to choose lumpectomy or mastectomy. Apparently I don't have to make my mind up until I actually go in for surgery, but personally, I think that making a spur of the moment decision under slightly stressful circumstances is probably not advisable.
About Me
- Triphazard
- 41, mother, wife, friend, daugher. And I have breast cancer. This is somewhere for me to let off steam, share the funny side of it all (and there is a funny side) and generally keep track of my journey before my brain loses bits and pieces here and there and it all gets rosy tinted and possibly completely inaccurate.
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