Today, on my daughter's 16th birthday, I have received my formal diagnosis of breast cancer. I was told last Friday that it is probably cancer and I should prepare to be diagnosed. This whole week I have been out of my mind with worrying and catastrophizing and battling my own thoughts. Sleep has been a stranger and I have been vomiting in the mornings with nerves. My diagnosis is stage one, small lump but grade 2 and oestrogen receptor positive. Currently my treatment plan is a lumpectomy followed by radiation but they have said there are variables that may occur and I may need chemotherapy. I have been out of my mind with worry, and it feels really strange, but now, somehow I have found relief in the diagnosis. I'm very annoyed that this is all come on my daughter's 16th birthday. I will always remember her special day as my D-Day. Cancer really doesn't give a shizzle, does it?!
