So I have to admit, the thought of going into cycle 2 filled me with absoulute dread. With the massive case of Chemo blues, the neusea, fagtiue, and hair loss why would anyone do chemo more than once. I'm not proud to admit it but I was ready to throw in the towel. 

However I am pleased to say that I have since straighten my wig and yet again, gave myself a firm talking to.

This was aided by the fact that when I saw my oncologist on Monday I was given mixed news. The good majorly outweighed the bad I'm pleased to say.

So the bad, during a pre Chemo CT scan a 1cm lesion was discovered on my liver, now although this could be cancer my oncologist had assured me that there is nothing to be worried about, in 70% of cases similar to mine it is usually not cancerous. And even if it is I'm already on Chemo, and it will just be a case of removing the damaged part of the liver once I had my breast conserving surgery. I have and MRI booked to found out once and for all. Whatever it shows I'll get through it, because I'm one tough cookie. 

Now the brilliant, fantastic good news. Stanley had shrunk from one Cycle, yes just one. 

My oncologist did an over the skin measurement before I started Chemo and Stanley was approximately 7cm, on Monday when Dr measured Stanley he was approximately between 4.5 & 5cm, he was also much harder to find upon examination. Suck it Stanley!!!!

I also got to see my original mammogram when Stanley was discovered, and the mammogram taken on Monday and I could see the difference a massive difference. 

So here I sit on day 3 of my second cycle and although I certainly need yet another nap, and my emotions are running high, the neusea is under control and I'm feeling a lot more positive than I was this time 3 weeks ago. 

Madi 2 - Stanley 0. 

Cancer is still my ***!!