I have had my op, breast taken away and all my lymph nodes. I made a quick recovery, I was back in work within two weeks. When I went back to see the consultant the cancer had gone into my breast and collar bone. I plucked up the courage to ask if I would still be here this time next year. (it is one of those questions that you really want to ask but part of you does not want to know. Mmm strange feeling.) I was told that I would live for years and they will help me to manage my cancer. Whoop, whoop I thought because that is good news right! I start my chemo on Tuesday and I have to have a bone injection every four weeks. I have to learn to inject myself, mmm ok. What I don't understand is why do I now feel so low. Last night I was tearful and I am angry at myself for feeling this way. I am so lucky because I still get a chance to live and I should be grabbing that with both hands instead of having this self pity party thing that I have got going on at the moment. I am just confused at why I am feeling like this, I was so happy with the news that I was given as I knew that it could have been so much more worse so why am I tearful?