Hi all,
I've just been sort-of diagnosed, but am waiting for the official results of my biopsy. My mum had BC at 36 and died at 43, and her mum died at 43 too, so I always expected this, but just not quite this soon.
I found the lump 8 days ago, saw the GP on Monday and was in at the clinic by Thursday, which is pretty impressive stuff on the part of the NHS. My lump is hard, immovable and seems to be attached to the chest wall. It's in the top central quadrant. The GP said she was very optimistic it was benign, but I figured they said that to everyone. As soon as I found the lump I knew what it probably was as my mum let me have a feel of hers in 1994.
At the clinic, I saw the consultant, who had a feel and sent me for an ultrasound (apparently mammograms aren't very good if you're under 40 - the breast tissue is too dense). I didn't look at anything but my friend who came with me said the tumour looked like a black blob. The sonographer asked how old I was. When I said 32, he said I was too young. I knew then it wasn't good. I am petrified of needles, but I somehow managed to let him take one sample in a biopsy (he wanted to do three).
I then saw the consultant again. The sonographer said it was a hard, irregular mass consistent with cancer and the consultant said we are talking about cancer. It felt surreal. I didn't really take any of it in. They went through my treatment options, and said they would discuss them further next week when I have my result for definite. This wait is the worst bit. I just want surgery now. This lump is growing so fast; I want it out of me.
This is bad timing. I have two small children (4 and 2) and I have a serious mental illness (Bipolar Disorder). I have separated from my husband. I spent the best part of this year getting mentally stable, with intensive psychotherapy. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I go to the gym/cycle three times a week, I eat healthily, I'm a size 8. WHAT THE ACTUAL ****? How is this fair?
I left the clinic feeling like it was happening to someone else. They offered to let me go out the back entrance (they do that when it's bad news, apparently) but I went out the front because I felt fine... but when I got out I felt sick and my legs were shaking.
It only really hit me the day after, and I spent a lot of time sobbing hysterically. I don't know if I can go through what my mum went through. I'm a Maths Teacher and I've literally just started a new job, so I'm now financially screwed on top of everything else, and I'm letting the school down too.
I actually still cannot believe this. I've had more to deal with in my lifetime already than most people can even comprehend, and now this too? ABSOLUTE JOKE.
I'm hoping to meet other women on here who understand how I feel and where I'm at, and who want to talk. I'm on a pregnancy forum too (from when I had the kids) and it's been invaluable, but of course there are only two of us on there who've had cancer, and so it's not quite the same level of experience.
Oh, and I'm electing to have a double mastectomy. Get the remaining risk OUT OF ME thanks.
Also, did anyone else have symptoms prior to being diagnosed? I've had chest pain (on that side) for a few months and even went to the doctor with it, but the ECG was normal (of course). I've had breathing problems, but I just assumed my asthma was getting worse. Also, my hair has been falling out and has gone very dry and sparse, to the point where my friends have started to notice. Oh yes, and weird immune reactions (anaphylaxis after drinking Diet Coke, a sudden allergic reaction to penicillin where none previously existed, random flare-ups of hives and breathing difficulties, etc)... it all makes more sense now.
Oh yes, and they're going to give me genetic testing, which is good because there is no way my daughter is going to be the next in a long line of cancer deaths.