I feel a right tit tonight! - For the last time in a long while !!! Off for the op in the morning and looking forward to many hours to sleep it off! I'll be offline for a while as I don't think we are wireless in the hospital yet, and its in the middle of the country so my phone doesn't have great reception either! Will resume Blog posts shortly! Thanks again EVERYONE for your good wishes and support x x (Spare a thought for Jon (and Lizzie and Simon - thankyou guys) busy looking after Francesca this weekend!

D x x

I must have done something seriously BAD in a past life, the site I was using to host my Blog, along with our Racing Gallery and Francesca's photos, has gone BUST!!! (Bust!!) So welcome to my new Blog Page!

IRONY

Irony is
Breast Cancer in an ‘A’ cup chest!!! BAD TIMES;

Big Earrings being in Fashion (good with no hair) GOOD TIMES;

Jon’s mum buying me a headscarf on her holidays (with no clue of my condition!) GOOD TIMES;

Staying in a hotel this weekend, (the weekend before my surgery), with themed rooms, ours was the “Countess of Oxford” with her picture on the door (see above)!!!!!! BITCH

Talk about kicking a girl when she is down!!!!!!!!!

BOOBLESS

Remember at school, you typed in 55378008 into your calculator and then turned the calculator upside down!!!! (C'mon you ALL did it)

May you think of me everytime you use a calculator!

C is for.....

So I’ve got Cancer; Breast Cancer, or Invasive Ductal Carcinoma if you want it's Sunday name! Further in technical terms its triple negative (not hormone related), aggressive, stage 3, or in simple terms; the size of a golf ball, which, in that little ‘A’ cup of mine is relatively large, so there is no option but to remove the breast – A mastectomy…..this week, followed by chemo and radiotherapy to zap the surrounding tissue to get it all out.

The good news is, it hasn’t spread, although its aggressive (and therefore I will have to have all the lymph nodes removed as well) I am all clear everywhere else; which is a huge relief and allowed only for a very brief period of thoughts of mortality; besides Francesca is far too young to be remotely sympathetic to my little problem, and she remains as high-maintenance as ever! (Quite right too!) Jon and I are being as positive as possible, there is no other option really, it’s here, it needs to go and that’s all there is to it. I can’t feel any other way because there isn’t any mileage in it. It does feel surreal, but perhaps that is a good thing, its much easier this way to take it all as it comes, its all happened so quickly ( I found a lump about 8 weeks ago).

Am I scared? Of course, but mainly of the pain of the surgery and therapies, but my friend Gary tells me that pain doesn’t hurt so that’s nothing to worry about! I’m also scared of missing out on doing the things we are supposed to do with our baby girl in her first year. That just about sums it up really, forgive the forthcoming blurb that I will be pouring out here............