Hi all, I’m new. I came on here primarily for the Secondary Breast Cancer Forum but then found myself drawn to this forum too. I’m not really young now compared with you young fillies in your 20’s and 30’s, but I was just 31 years old when I had my first diagnosis and I also think of myself as being younger than I actually am, lol. So here I am.
My late Mum had BC twice (aged 41 and 44) before bowel cancer finally claimed her when she was 58 and I was 19. She always told me to check myself regualarly, so I did religiously from the age of 18.
When I was 31, I was doing my monthly breast check and I found a pee-size lump in my left breast. I wasn’t overly concerned, I thought perhaps it’s the time of the month, but then when it was still there 2 weeks later, I got increasingly concerned about it and ended up in tears at work worried, my boss immediately told me to go see my GP. Which I did the same day. She said she thought it was fatty tissue or a cyst or a fibroidanoma (sp) and not to be worried about it. I broke down in tears again in front of her and insisted I be referred to the Breast Clinic. Which she did begrudgingly, as she didn’t think it was anything serious at my age! As her parting shot, she also prescribed me diazepam (valium)!
Appointment at the Breast Clinic 3 days later, expected to have a mammogram and be told it was indeed fatty tissue, cyst or fibroidthingy. But no, I then had an ultrasound followed by a biopsy, so by then I was REALLY worried. Had to wait 3 days for results, was absolutely kakking myself and they were the longest 3 days in the world! It still came as a huge shock when I was told I had cancer tho’ and my world fell apart. Had a mastectomy, but no further treatment needed as I had caught it early.
Five years and 3 months later (when I was 37), I was doing my monthly breast check, when I found another lump in my right breast. I panicked and immediately rang my breast care nurse who told me to come down straight away. Had a mammogram and whilst I was waiting for the ultrasound, she came to sit and chat with me. I asked her if she thought it was cancer again and that I wanted to know now. She said it didn’t look good and they were fairly certain it had returned. Had the ultrasound and biopsy. Went back 3 days later and was told it had, but by then I’d already come to terms with it. Another mastectomy followed, again no treatment as I had caught it early - well apart from tamoxifen for 5 years.
I really can’t emphasise enough the importance of checking ones-self. My friends all do after what happened to me at such a young age and touch wood they’re all ok, altho’ one did have a scare, but it was benign thankfully.
At my local support group, 12 years ago when I was first diagnosed, there was only me in the 30’s and under age group, now there’s approx 15 out of a group of 60. Sadly!
Anyway, sorry for rambling on, hope you’re all having a lovely day, keep smiling and keep yer peckers up!
p.s. Found it ironic that 2 years after my first diagnosis my GP got breast cancer and could really relate to my upset/fears then. She even asked to see my reconstruction at one appointment I had with her as she was considering it and wanted to see the resultsd of it first hand, lol.