On the 28th July 2011, my life changed in one phone call with the simple words - 'yes - it's cancer'. I've created this blog, for the benefit of my wonderful close and extended family; and for my amazing friends around the globe, so I can keep you abreast (!) of my journey.

My diagnosis of 2 x grade 3 (fast growing) tumours - type - 'Triple-Negative' - so called
because it doesn’t
have receptors (proteins on the surface
of cells) for the hormones oestrogen and
progesterone, or a protein called HER2, was shocking. This rare aggressive sub-type of breast cancer, therefore, doesn't respond to common
hormonal treatments, such as tamoxifen or
anastrozole (Arimidex®
) or
trastuzumab (Herceptin®
). Survival rates are considerably lower, than for more common types of breast cancer, especially in years 0 - 5, but on a par 5+ years post treatment.

Fast forward to December 2020. Secondary cancer . Triple negative again but the tumour localised to the scar of the primary cancer. The prognosis is weaker. I am buying myself time - with chemo currency.

This will not be a sad tale - but I hope it will amuse you, inspire you, and most of all allow me to lean on you from afar, as you guide me through what looks like a rocky road ahead.

I can't guarantee a happy ending, but hope to make you laugh to the end.

Wednesday, 24 August 2011

Galaxy Overdose

I was promised my results today, Wednesday. Not whether it's cancer or not cancer. Had those. THese were important. These will determine whether I've got the cancer with a good chance of survival or whether I've got the cancer that catapults me into heaven a lot sooner than planned.
Well I think I was promised my results - because they are still not available - and I'm beginning to wonder if I've imagined the whole thing. Perhaps I'll do a Bobby Ewing (I could be Booby Ewing), take a shower & the whole thing is a dream.
No, the conversation with my BCN on Monday, definitely said that the results HAD to be in on Wednesday, so they could be discussed at the MDT meeting on Thursday.


So, with today in mind - I haven't slept too well for the past couple of nights. Including last night.
I took the phone in the shower with me this morning. I had my mobile glued to my hand all morning in town. I failed to mention of course, that I have permission to drive from today. Lily squealed with delight as I turned on the engine. 'Will you have to take your driving test again Mummy?' - O good heavens - I do hope not.
I have a morning of deja vue - as I go to the salon, to have my nails done - while waiting for the said results. This time round, the girls all know whats going on, and we all stare at my mobile willing it to ring.
It doesn't.
No results.
I go home...perhaps there's a message on the land line.
There isn't.
No results.
Need Galaxy chocolate.
Have some.
No results.
Need more Galaxy.
Have some more.
No results
A friend says eat chocolate - so I do.
Galaxy.
No results.
Ring the hospital. There's been a delay. Hope to have them by midday tomorrow for the MDT meeting
NO RESULTS


I'm going to be sick.
I've overdosed on Galaxy.
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