Friday 24th July 2015. I don’t think I will ever forget that date.
My husband and I returned to the breast clinic. We were shown into a small interview room and were joined by a specialist and one of the breast care nurses. Alarm bells should have rung at that point.
I was given those dreaded words, I’m sorry Mrs C traces of cancer were found in your lymph nodes. I just sat there in shock. This wasn’t meant to happen. We were taken to the “green room” for a quiet sit down to absorb the information. I have been in many green rooms but definitely prefer the ones in concert halls!
Whilst traces of cancer were found they could not tell me that it was definitely breast cancer. The mammogram was clear so more tests would need to be done to determine the source of the cancer cells. They had told me when I had the biopsies that I had dense breast tissue and this can make it more difficult to see tumours on the mammogram results. I was booked in for an MRI, CT scan and further biopsies.
Feeling very shell-shocked we returned home via my doctors surgery to try and make an appointment to get my coil removed – apparently this had nothing to do with the cancer but as the cells they found were hormone receptive I wanted it gone.
I left my husband to do the hard task – telling the kids! My daughter cried, my son just went quite.
Tonight we have a rehearsal for a friend’s wedding. My husband and I are both playing in a small group at the ceremony – one of my rare outings playing a drum kit. I will try not to take my emotions out on the drums, especially as I am using someone else’s, but today might feel like giving them a real battering.