“It’s breast cancer Becky.”
I gulped, so did my friend, whilst she held my hand and assured me it would be okay.
The lovely doctor talked on, but I didn’t catch a lot of it. Her tone was gentle and comforting.
“Have you any questions Becky?”
“Yes…..am I going to die?”
“We don’t even talk about that at this stage. Honestly, it will be fine Becky.”
“Do my daughters need to get checked? Can this affect them?”
“No, they are not at any increased risk.”
That was it, I was all out of questions. I picked up all the helpful publications and nodded agreement as to what was going to happen next.
We left and went to replenish our coping mechanisms with tea and cake.
“How come I haven’t lost any weight Stella?” I asked as I snaffled down my hot, buttered scone that could feed three adults.
“I don’t think it always works like that,” she answered sagely. “How do you feel,” she asked.
Five weeks later I still feel the same. Honestly.
Grateful to all those women that went before me, without my luck, and allowed tests to be performed on them , with the hope of helping others like me; to all the millions of people worldwide that have helped fund amazing research into curing this disease and to the doctors, nurses and specialists who dedicate their lives to helping folk like me.
I am so grateful to you all.
There is no “Why Me?”.
Why NOT me?
But I didn’t need this to know I am blessed; blessed with incredible family and friends, who cradle me in their kindness, their love and their humor.
I’ll be grand ! xx