More biopsies

So we are back from our holiday in Seattle had a great time but jag lack is the pitts.

Back to 2015 and our holiday in France. Whilst away my son received his AS results. We had planning on going out to eat that night but the results were not good so we were all in a bit of a funk. My finger reached a crazy size so my husband had to cut off my wedding ring. Unfortunately it still kept getting bigger and meant that riding the bike was painful. The day before we were due to leave our gite (a few days earlier than originally planned) I phoned my doctors for an appointment and, amazingly, got offered one for the next day. Had to explain that I would still be in France then so could I come on the Thursday. Arrived home late on the Wednesday night.

Doctors first thing on the Thursday. Appointment was with a newly qualified doctor who didn’t have any idea what was wrong so she called in a colleague – it was the doctor who originally referred me to the breast clinic. He was apologising for the fact that I had cancer, he was convinced it was a cyst. I was just thankful that he referred me when he did. A few tears were shed at this point. No further forwards on the finger though.

Back to the hospital in the afternoon. Still nothing concrete. Biopsies of both breasts were inconclusive but they wanted to re-do the right side with a right handed doctor (the last one was left handed!). They did however discuss likely course of treatment.

Before holiday it was suggested I would have operation then hormone treatment, now they have decided on chemo, operation and radiotherapy but still not found the source of the cancer. Another wait for the outcome of the biopsies.

This year’s holiday was definitely not the normal for us. Usually we load up our estate car with fishing kit, bikes and musical instruments (yes we have been known to take cornet, French horn and euphonium on holiday) and stay in a gite in rural France for a few weeks. This year we flew to the USA and stayed in a house under the SeaTac flight path. Rather than relaxing (which you can do on a 3 week holiday) we spent every day off doing stuff. The weather in Seattle has been hot – we chose to go there as it wouldn’t be too hot. Walking at altitude in Mount Rainier park was hard work – the most exhausted I have been for years. Also visited Snoqalmie falls and North Bend where they filmed Twin Peaks.

As for the jet lag …. never realised it was so debilitating. I thought it was just being tired, not feeling sick as well. Anyway home in time for the youngest’s A level results – she is off to her first choice university next month.

 

 

 

 

Holiday Time (after 4 more medical appointments)

So on the Monday I had a doctors appointment. On the Tuesday I had an MRI – amazingly dozed off in the machine, must have been very tired! On the Wednesday I met my boss for coffee and phoned the ferry company to see if we could come home early. On the Thursday I had the results of the MRI. A lump in my right breast and a “dark area” in the left but still somewhat inconclusive so another appointment for the Friday.

Friday morning and yet again at the hospital. Had 5 biopsies – ouch! When I got home the kids had done the jobs I had left them, they helped to pack the car for our holiday and we left for France. My breast nurse phoned when we were travelling with an appointment for my results. We had changed our ferry and were coming home a few days earlier than originally planned.

Slept like a log on the ferry after the anaesthetics, pain killers and a Guinness!

Arrived in France on my daughters birthday and drove to our gite. We had a bit of a hair obsession going on this holiday as we knew the likelihood was that mine would be going. At the time it didn’t worry me – after all it is just hair. However I unexpectedly came across a photo of myself the other day  with long hair that I had not seen before and promptly burst into tears!

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Yesterday she was 18! Cannot believe where that time has gone. We have planned a special holiday this year and are going to Seattle. It may be our last summer holiday together (due to the kids ages I hasten to add) so we thought we would do something special. As I type this nothing has yet been packed although I have a few things planned to do when we get there nothing is set in stone apart from the kids going to a gig.

Results

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 IMGP0081egreen 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.

 

Mammogram time

So Monday 20 July 2015 I attended the Breast Clinic at City Hospital in Nottingham.

First a physical exam. The doctor thought she had found a lump but wasn’t sure. She was surprised that she could see my ribs – I was skinny then!

No-one warned me about the mammogram. I’m not very big and they don’t half squish you. You have to be a bit of a contortionist as well.

Back to the waiting room then biopsy time. I had two biopsies of the lymph nodes. Again not pleasant but a very nice nurse held my hand tightly throughout. The first of what was going to be many needles.

I arranged to go back for the results on Friday 24th. I could have had them the day before  but I insisted I had to be at work that day. Waiting a day won’t make a difference, I was fine after all wasn’t I?

One the way home I popped into my office – I needed a wee. The girls asked me how it went. Fine, I say, but the biopsies hurt a bit. There was some surprise at that point, out of all my work colleagues who had routine or referred mammograms none had had a biopsy as well. Was I worried? I didn’t think so but apparently I was distracted at work the next couple of days. Luckily it was school holidays so I was only working 2 days a week.

Back to 2012 and we spent 21 July watching Bradley Wiggins win the penultimate stage of the Tour de France. As was our normal at the time there were 6 of us were on holiday in France, me, my husband, 2 kids, my mum and her partner – along with our bikes, fishing rods and musical instruments! My son, husband and myself went to see the tour whilst the others watched it on the tv. The day3032100438 ended with a trip to the local chemist as my son had been led on the grass taking photos and both arms came up in an allergic reaction.

 

Unfortunately no trip to France planned for this year so keeping up with the Tour on the tv his year.