During this week, I was obsessively checking Titty and the lump to see if it had magically disappeared. It hadn't.
I have no idea what I did during this 7 days. I knew I would get a call on Thursday 8th June with an appointment time for Friday 9th. Thursday came, and I waited for the call.
When the call came, I was given an appointment for the Friday. I wanted to ask "presumably if Titty was ok I wouldn't be having an appointment", but the words wouldn't come out. Instead I politely thanked the lady calling and hung. I rang her back and asked that exact question knowing I suppose I wouldn't get an answer of "yes that's right" because that would mean I did have cancer. Instead the lovely lady said everyone gets invited back for their results. I think I knew at that point that it wasn't going to be good news because that would be a waste of precious time for the Breast Clinic.
I messaged mom and sista and my dear friend Janice aka Woman to ask if she would come with me to get the results.
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