Today was the day I got my ultrasound. I was at work, but N let me go along for scan. Was late for it as lost track of time at work as was busy.
Anyway, lay down, and the radiologist was the one who had done my first ultrasound and she remembered me. She was very thorough, and kept going back to same area.
I asked her outright if she could see anything. She said yes there was something suspicious, but it would obviously need to be reported by consultant.
I walked by to ward in a daze, and just cried as soon as I saw N. Had a little bit of time on my own, but wanted to finish my shift. Dont know how I did it, but thought keeping busy was better for me.
I am so so scared that it has come back, although if it is cancer, I will not be gobsmacked, cos I have always had a feeling th at it would come back. Not being cynical, just a feeling I have had. Didnt think it would be this soon though.
Have not told Suzie about this until I am sure.
This is my story, as a 42 year old, young woman, living with terminal breast cancer.
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