Today marks the day exactly a year ago that I was diagnosed with Stage 3 Aggressive Breast Cancer. I had gone to the doctor on the 8/7/14 because I had a cough that was persistant. I never thought anything of it. All I know is that I had been back and forth for months with this cough and they kept saying it was this that and the other. But this day she asked me to raise my arms. I remember looking at her face and her expression changed dramatically. She told me to forget about my cough and just come sit down. She started scribbling on a piece of paper that had the female shape. She never spoke to me just kept writing and circling. I still had no idea what was going down. She said I needed to take this piece of paper to reception. Still she did not tell me what was wrong. I left a bit confused and handed the paper to the receptionist like an obedient puppy. I remember she looked at me with these sympathetic eyes. Still had no idea what was going on. She then said you will get a call tomorrow from the Breast Unit. I left feeling a bit unsure of what was wrong. I received a call from the breast unit and the said I needed to come in on the 10/7/14 at 13:00. Barry was going to take me but I said dont stress its just a check up. We were having our floors done on that day and he needed to be there in case they needed him. Little did I know my life was about to change. I sat in reception and they called me through, I was told to put this white fluffy gown. I sat in this special waiting room with other woman who had brought someone with them. I felt so alone. I started praying and had a peace as I knew God was with me. One by one the room emptied and the woman were gone. I was then called in, and had a Mammogram. They asked me to go back and sit in the special room. I was then called in to have a scan, all this time I still had no idea what was going on. I asked but they said I will see the Consultant. Then I was put back in the special room and called into see the Consultant. The first thing he did was say hi and he introduced himself. He then smiled and looked at me and fluffed my hair up on each side and said what beautiful hair you have. Both the nurse and I were taken aback . He was kind I could tell. He then had a serious look on his face and said they needed to give me a local so they could do a biopsy. I said ok fine. After he localised the area he went in and dud the biopsy. I remember feeling nervous and just prayed. I felt peace. As he finished another nurse came in but I could see she was different. I sat in the room with the two nurses smiling at me. The consultant started to talk and finally tell me was going on. I did not understand what he was saying with all the medical terms. I asked him to speak English. He smiled then turned and grabbed both my hands. He looked into my eyes and said you have Cancer and we need to operate as soon as possible. I thought I was dreaming. I just looked at him then the nurses. It was like someone had hit me sideways. I then burst into tears, then pulled myself together and laughed. I said ok what now. He said I needed another biopsy but they could do it another day as I had a shock and needed to take it in. I said no, do it now as I was here and it would not change anything. He did not want to at first but I insisted. So they localised me again and did another biopsy. I just prayed again. The consultant was very kind. He told me straight and said it was important I had the operation soon. He said I would have to have chemo and radio. I asked him if I would lose my hair and he said yes. I had never had short hair. What I thought was important at that moment in time changed. I remember the nurse making me tea with lots of sugar. They wanted to know if someone had driven me I said no. By this time I had been at the hospital 4 hours with all the tests. I thought, how do I tell my husband and my children. I think I was in shock because I told the guy doing our floors first. He told me to come in and tell my husband. Barry said how was your appointment. I smiled and said fine, then added I have cancer. He went into shock. We had a little cry, we pulled ourselves together. I went through unbelievable pain, nearly dying twice, losing my breast, my hair, my nails, eyebrows, eye lashes you name it. Ending up in hospital after every single chemo treatment. The journey was a tough one. But here I am one year later, Im alive and recovering and getting my life back. Thank you to my family and friends for all the love and support. I still have pain, but that will ease up in a couple of months time. My nails are growing. My eyebrows and eyelashes are slowly coming back. My hair is growing back too. God has kept me through it all.
Posted on: Thu, 10 Jul 2014 12:16:41 +0000
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