Back to reality

 

Well I had a fabulous two weeks in Italy and then it was back to a very different reality. On return I was told that the lung team had seen my scans and they were far from happy with the lump. Really! Were we here again, could I really do this again.

First up lung tests to check my capacity’s. All good of course, normal unsurprisingly. All that walking had made up for the fact my lung was actually hiding s tumour in it.

Next up a biopsy. 6th September Just a day case and another procedure involving a scanner and needles. I’m used to this now, people coming at me with instruments under scanners.  I’ve completely normalised appointments like this which I appreciate would be completely daunting for others but my body has literally become a vessel and I’m losing parts by the minute!

So the options for results of this scan were spread of breast cancer, new primary lung cancer or TB. Gosh how I clung to TB for a week, more than likely I had it, dad had carried it and I hadn’t required my BCG so had obviously some in my system. Yes it was definitely TB and if it wasn’t well I’d be happy with primary treatable lung I told the doctor who thought I had lost the plot.

So results day my favourite and you guessed it secondary breast metastatic cancer. The tumour in my lung was exactly the same under the microscope as my boob! 

Oh gosh what now. Breast team became uncommitted, quiet about options, those looks and noises of not really sure what they can do. Me surely they can just chop it out, mmmm maybe maybe not. 

23rd September was my appointment with the lung specialists, another day another hospital. Excitement tinged by the fact I was feeling so rough and had been for a couple of days. My bloody vertigo was back, my balance was dreadful, I couldn’t walk without being held and was throwing up. Now as everyone knows if you want treatment then they want you fit so I walked in to the appointment like I’d just come off snowdon.

And it was good, he said he would operate, remove a tiny section of my lung which I didn’t need as I was so fit and wrote the words curative on the paper. CURATIVE!

There we had it, take another bit away, but no more cancer. Bloody brilliant!