I found a lump on my armpit which I wasn't too bothered about but decided to make an appointment to see my GP anyway.  My GP remarked that she didn't like the feel of the lump and immediately referred me to the Breast Clinic.  The consultant at the clinic examined me and ordered a series of tests.

A few weeks later by 22 May 2018, I was told that I had Stage 2 breast cancer. I didn't really know what to think. In fact I'm not sure how I got through the rest of my time at the hospital. I remember thinking I was in control of myself. I was given a folder with some literature. I was also given a concessionary parking form to submit to reduce my hospital parking costs. As I left my appointment and made my way to the parking staff office, I still felt I was handling the news well. As I submitted the form to the staff member, he looked at me and said, 'I pray you get well soon. At that moment, the reality of it all dawned on me and I burst into tears.

I remember driving home wondering whether it was all a bad dream that I was going to wake up from...alas it wasn't. 

My next post will be about telling my family.