So I came here where I knew people would understand. Apologies - this is long. This month it is 3 years since my first breast cancer diagnosis, and 1 year since my second diagnosis.
I had an MRI on Friday 31st (my consultant suggested this as part of annual screening as I have dense breasts), and on the 8th June I will have a mammogram, ultrasound and then see my consultant.
I was nervous about the MRI as I am very claustrophobic. It was awful and they had to pull me out and calm me down after the first few minutes. I am going to look into hypnotherapy for my claustrophobia as I canāt handle another 4 years of MRIs otherwise. I donāt know the results of the MRI - should find out on the 8th.
A year after my first cancer I was very scared when the anniversary came round and felt really panicky and sick going for the screening, walking into the ultrasound room where I had the first biopsies brought it all flooding back. But as nothing untoward was found I felt amazing leaving the hospital, and really thought I was back to being my old self and could put it behind me.
So as the 2nd anniversary and screening rolled round I didnāt feel that bad about it, I think I just expected it would be like the year before and Iād leave the hospital feeling good again and get on with my summer. But thatās not how it panned out - the ultrasound Doctor found an area he was concerned about in my other breast, backed up by the mammogram, there were three biopsies taken and my consultant said she didnāt like the look of a couple of the abnormalities. Two weeks later the results were back and she confirmed a new primary. I didnāt cope very well with the second diagnosis, but as we have to, I got through the surgery and the radiotherapy and am putting up with the awful letrozole side effects.
And here we are in June again and I am really struggling as the appointments get closer. Iām crying at the drop of a hat, the thought of walking through the hospital doors is making me feel physically sick and I cannot stop catastrophising about the outcome.
I wasnāt feeling too bad about it until we were at the hospital for the MRI but just being there has brought it all back again and now I am terrified. My partner and family and friends are all saying āit will be fine, just because it happened last year doesnāt mean it will happen againā and all of that stuffā¦and I canāt make anyone understand that it doesnāt help - that I no longer have faith in my body, Iāve had cancer twice now why shouldnāt it be three times?
Iām trying to put a brave face on and not talk about it, I know itās hard for my partner seeing me in such a state, and my family have their own health concerns - my dad is really unwell and in his late 80s. But not having anyone in real life I can talk to who understands is a very lonely feeling.
Sorry for such a long outpouring - thank you if you read to the end!
Lx