One door closes
It’s been a while, hasn’t it?
It’s been a while, hasn’t it?
I’ve written before about being turned away in tears from a local spa during chemotherapy in 2015. All I wanted was a massage during my good week before I went back for round 2.
Last time I told you that although my recurrence had been completely removed, the deep margin was positive.
The two weeks I spent waiting to get my results remind me of the opening of ‘The Tale of Two Cities’ – It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…. Let me explain.
The ten days I spent waiting for my operation were even harder than the first time around.
After a cancer diagnosis, dates take on new meanings. We call them ‘cancerversaries’. The day you were diagnosed. The day you finish chemo.
Almost a year ago, I wrote my last cancer-related blog - 'Who am I?'
This is not the blog I thought I was going to write today. I know it's been a while since I last posted, and quite a lot has happened.
Firstly, I realise that I've left those of you who don't follow me on Twitter or Facebook anxiously waiting to hear the results of my tests, and I'm truly sorry.
The Independent and the Daily Telegraph published articles yesterday saying that less than half of all GPs knew that Tamoxifen can reduce the risk of breast cancer.