Just had a week turned upside down again.
On Wednesday I was called in earlier than my appointment for next week to see the breast surgeon, as I had a mammogram and ultrasound with biopsy, I was told I have a small lump after feeling it one morning recently. They said I have grade 2 invasive breast cancer.
I was told that in a few weeks, I will have an operation to have a lumpectomy and test the lymph nodes. I've been assigned a lovely and supportive nurse whom I can contact anytime for any help. I've also been told to come off HRT patches and have the Mirena coil removed.
Also this week my Dad became unwell on Monday. I pushed him to get seen, he eventually went to A&E, I had to push him to get seen because he got heart failure and one kidney all newly diagnosed and now just been diagnosed with suspected leukaemia, he's got to wait back for the bone marrow biopsy results till next week, and he's been put on chemotherapy tablets. So while I was waiting in A&E I had a call to see the breast clinic later that afternoon, so I had to leave Dad on his own for awhile, he was okay but I needed someone to come with me for support, he's the one who could ask the questions as my mind was blank and I couldn't think.
He was in A&E and in hospital two years ago with an infection a month before Mum became unwell and she was diagnosed with a late stage of breast cancer and sadly lost her two years ago. Feeling quite lost again and a bit worried if I will have someone to keep an eye on me after my surgery soon.
My apologies for my long story.
