I was diagnosed with Invasive Ductal Carcinoma after being invited for my very first Mammogram.  WTF ???  I didn't ask for this Mammogram...why should I go as I'm ot 50 yet.

Reality bites you on the *** and it has a way of leading you....into the unknown.

I was always physically active, I ate healthy, I never took any medication unless it was absolutely necessary, I.....,I........ it turns out, it really doesn't matter what path has gone before, it's a mathematical equation of 1 in 2. 

After being confirmed with a 2.5cm tumour, I underwent a lumpectomy followed with 15 fractions of radiotherapy on the whole left breast area followed by 3 intense concentrated Ductal fractions.

Diagnosis was a breeze albeit not the best Wednesday morning I'd spent, if anything, anger and bloody frustration took over but I knew that everyone at the Parapet Windsor provided safe hands. From the receptionist , radiographers, Radiologist and Breast Care Nurses. I went in feeling tense, scared as hell but left informed and completely reassured with a kick *** attitude that I would beat this. The surgeon was great, his hospital team were better than amazing and I was home in time for Christmas to recover.

Mammograms, Ultasounds, MRI, Surgery, Radiotherapy....all *** *** processes but absolutely necessary and welcome !!!!

I'm now in Lockdown, recovering well from radiotherapy and feeling bloody marvellous. Tamoxifen is so far behaving itself and I have to say that it feels like I've just gone through a "run of the mill" procedure and all is well. I can only hope with positivity that it remains as such. 

I did beat it and I am now healing well. Please stay positive, it actually does get easier to bear.

Wishing everyone well and sending a 3 metre hug (cwtsch), you got this !!!!!! x