Back to the consultant
The day started well. Jezz made us pancakes for breakfast, I am always amazed that I don't think about pancakes more often, fresh organic lemon and a smidge of sugar, so simple yet so utterly delicious! Sally from nextdoor popped in for a chin-wag, she can't get enough of my beautiful new ring-tailed lemur teapot and cups which is quite understandable.
The day then got serious. We forced down some lunch and headed to the hospital. Shelley the consultant was grave again, although her greeting was slightly more sanguine that it was prior to the initial diagnosis.
I had begun to ready myself for the second biopsy being negative too, they had focussed a lot of investigation behind the already diagnosed lump and I knew that the size of the lump + DCIS = Full Mastectomy. She confirmed this very quickly and raised a concern that my lymph glads were also swollen. She said "you are going to be a very busy lady" and then told me that I was going to need another ultrasound and biopsy (I told her that that really filled me with joy) next week to investigate the lymph nodes and an urgent meeting with the Plastics team prior to the surgery which would be imminent. Thankfully the full body CT Scan showed I was looking good everywhere else and the MRI showed that right boob was also fine which is a bonus as it can be at risk with invasive lobular. Click here to see what these terms mean
I have not seen my Mum yet since the diagnosis and we have been holding out to still be able to go away on our sewing retreat next Thursday to Sunday. I felt so guilty and selfish asking if they could ringfence those two week days but they were only too happy, they said that it was really important to still be able to do things that mattered and that a weekend with my Mum and lots of lovely ladies was exactly what I needed. It is and I can't wait to be with Mum and my lovely KOS friends.
Conversation in the consulting room then moved to reconstruction. The options seemed endless. My mind ruled out the implant that would forever keep one boob perky while the other aged😱 and ruled in a new boob made from some other part of my body ...they even felt me up for fat bits!! To be honest there were so many other variables about what happens between surgery and reconstruction that we both needed to take it all away. Jezz has a friend who specialises in breast reconstruction and he is going to have a chat with him before I go to see the plastics team to make a decision about my future new boob.
The day then got serious. We forced down some lunch and headed to the hospital. Shelley the consultant was grave again, although her greeting was slightly more sanguine that it was prior to the initial diagnosis.
I had begun to ready myself for the second biopsy being negative too, they had focussed a lot of investigation behind the already diagnosed lump and I knew that the size of the lump + DCIS = Full Mastectomy. She confirmed this very quickly and raised a concern that my lymph glads were also swollen. She said "you are going to be a very busy lady" and then told me that I was going to need another ultrasound and biopsy (I told her that that really filled me with joy) next week to investigate the lymph nodes and an urgent meeting with the Plastics team prior to the surgery which would be imminent. Thankfully the full body CT Scan showed I was looking good everywhere else and the MRI showed that right boob was also fine which is a bonus as it can be at risk with invasive lobular. Click here to see what these terms mean
I have not seen my Mum yet since the diagnosis and we have been holding out to still be able to go away on our sewing retreat next Thursday to Sunday. I felt so guilty and selfish asking if they could ringfence those two week days but they were only too happy, they said that it was really important to still be able to do things that mattered and that a weekend with my Mum and lots of lovely ladies was exactly what I needed. It is and I can't wait to be with Mum and my lovely KOS friends.
Conversation in the consulting room then moved to reconstruction. The options seemed endless. My mind ruled out the implant that would forever keep one boob perky while the other aged😱 and ruled in a new boob made from some other part of my body ...they even felt me up for fat bits!! To be honest there were so many other variables about what happens between surgery and reconstruction that we both needed to take it all away. Jezz has a friend who specialises in breast reconstruction and he is going to have a chat with him before I go to see the plastics team to make a decision about my future new boob.
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