After posting positively a couple of weeks ago, gotta say I've been punched between the boobies.
Had my results call on Friday and frankly they were disappointing. I was expecting the all clear, yeah we got it out, lymph nodes are fine, radiotherapy, blah blah blah.
Nope.
My lymph nodes are riddled with cancer and when they checked the breast tissue they removed, they discovered there were lots of cancer cells around the edges, suggesting they didn't get it all.
So, I've now been upgraded to Stage 2 cancer, with another op this coming Thursday.
I honestly didn't see it coming. Spent yesterday in bed and will take all my strength to get out of bed today.
I keep getting tearful because I feel so bad that I'm putting hubby and my family through this. Its my birthday this week and they are upset they can't come see me, because of social distance and shielding. I've told everyone to video call me, because it's nobody's fault they can't come. They are all so sad about this news.
Im only posting here so I can vent about how mentally awful I feel. Nobody has seen me cry, I've saved that for when I'm on my own. I have also only allowed my autistic son to cry in front of me.
Positives though, our finances are sorted. Also, because of corona lockdown, my husband is able to take time to care for me. We both work in schools and he was called in to make NHS face visors during the holidays. While there, the guy in charge of the staff rota had a chat with him, and Hubby admitted I was ill with cancer at home. As a result of his volunteering, hubs was taken off the staff rota, though we think my situation might have been taken into account as well. He is working from home from tomorrow, fielding ICT questions from parents and pupils.
I may be down, but I'm not out!
