Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

The last part of the puzzle has been revealed, and it all but took away the relief of finding out that the cancer had not spread.
I had another appointment at the Breast Clinic, and not fully prepared for their plans for my future.

At least I knew I had one, I hear you say, but their proposed treatment plan was not for the faint hearted.

Three weeks of radiotherapy and five years of anti-hormone drugs was a small price to pay, but by the time all the side effects and endless possibilities was explained to me, I felt sick to my stomach. I knew from past experience that my body did not respond well to drugs of any kind, so it would not be a walk in the park.

On top of everything else, it turned out that the offending breast was infected. It was hot, swollen, and very uncomfortable, needing an intensive weeklong course of antibiotics. In addition, if it failed to resolve itself, would need to be drained.
Was there no end to all of this?

Added to all of this, was the knowledge that someone would need to take time off from work to drive me to the hospital for weeks, which was not exactly around the corner. I was getting more and more miserable by the minute.

I hate to be a burden on anyone, so this was something else I would have to suffer in silence. Plus, I may very well be too tired, or sick, to enjoy the process. (joking)
Life wasn’t going to be a picnic for several weeks to come, BUT at the end of it all, I would be 90% more likely to remain cancer free in the future, so I would have to grin and bear it. Somehow.
So no backing out then.

This will be the last post dedicated to this subject, as you are probably just as fed up with hearing about it all as I am. But despite all my complaints, I know I am one of the lucky ones, even if I do end up with a very odd looking boob!
At least I get to keep my hair!