November /December 2013
I haven't written anything these last few months, have got side-tracked with life. So, where was I? The surgeon dealing with my case had told me they wanted to remove a large area of my breast (we´re talking centimetres, but for me it was HUGE) and all the lymph glands in the armpit, all just in case. I asked that the surgeon just remove the teeny-weeny piece of titanium they had put in my breast to mark the spot of the tumour. The surgeon said they couldn't do that, as in they didn't have the technology to do microscopic surgery. So we came to an agreement, much to the surgeon's chagrin. I have to say I felt for him, my requests must have seemed outlandish to him. I signed a hand-written consent form to a kind of mini-operation - they would remove the least possible amount of flesh! Well, when it came to the operation, performed by a different surgeon as it happened, he couldn't resist and took 3cm by 1cm.
Operations: you don't feel a thing, you wake up feeling high on happy pills, and in the days and weeks after, although sore, it didn't hurt one bit. Quite incredible.
TO BE CONTINUED
