In Dec. 2010 I fell over into a garden and broke a rib, when I was falling I tried to turn to the right so I wouldn't fall flat on my face into the bushes.  I broke a rib on my right side and discovered a .... pulled muscle ... under my arm.  About a week later I went to the doctor about my broken rib which was very painful and I asked him about my pulled muscle !!  He didn't care about the rib, but told me straight away that I didn't have a ..... pulled muscle.  He didn't say exactly what I had but insisted I get all the tests done that day.  Well sure enough, it was BC.  I got the official diagnosis on Dec 23rd..... Happy Christmas... NOT !!!  I had a right mastectomy on Jan.31st, 2011.  Three oncologists tried to insist I have chemotherapy but I refused, though on professor said.....don't come back to see me in 2 years and expect me to cure you, because I won't be able to....she was a *** !!  I simply said to her....don't worry doctor, I won't come back and see you !!  Well I didn't have chemo and I'm fine as far as I know, yet having had cancer still bothers me, even after all this time, not all the time, but sometimes.  I try to forget it ever happened, but of course that's impossible because I only have one breast. I so wish it had only been a pulled muscle.  :)  If it ever comes back I still wouldn't have chemo or any other treatment because I want quality of life rather than quantity.  Since my mastectomy I've travelled to various parts of Australia, I've been to New Zealand, Singapore and in July I went on a tour of Ireland by myself.  I don't think you ever totally recover from cancer mentally, but I know I'm very blessed to still be here, I don't know why I am, but I'm grateful.  Sometimes when I hear about a woman getting BC I think, oh how sad, then I suddenly remember I've had it too..

Thanks for listening to my little story.

2010