I was diagnosed with Stage 2 melaonma last week and I think I have finally got my head around it. 10 years ago I was diagnosed with Stage 2 breast cancer and to get this diagnosis last week has hit me for 6. I know I should be happy about the fact that it was caught in time and hopefully they got it all out but I've still got to have a further procedure to make sure there's no stragglers. The good news is that they are not worried about it and can wait until I come back from holiday, we are off to Turkey in 3 weeks so that will be fun. I shall be the one sitting under the umbrella, covered in factor 50 and dressed like a bee keeper. Yes I know its for my own good (am joking about the bee keeper outfit) but I still can't shake the feeling of why me again.
What if after all these years that the cancer would have started somewhere else, which I would not know the signs for and nothing can be done?
I had so much chemo, radiotherapy, hormone therapy and have been on tamoxifen for the past 9 years that surely some of that would have made some difference?
Sorry to ramble on but am sitting at my desk at work, trying to get this all out before anyone else comes in, sobbing. I can't talk to my husband as he just thinks I am being silly. I can't talk to my mum as she's got early onset dementia and she is not well enough to know. She got me through so much 10 years ago.
