Well, we left my Breast Surgeons office relieved. I had a ten cm chunk of boob taken out to remove the 5.5 cm triple negative breast cancer. not HER2 as first thought The results reported clear margins all around and no spread to my lymph nodes or bones. Apparently after they remove the tumour it is rolled in inky stuff like a rissole and dissected and examined at the Pathology lab. If there are no cancerous cells in the inky part, or outside edge of the tumour then it is considered to have clear margins. So the good news is I don’t need any further surgery, and my tumour or slides of my tumour and data are sent off to the The Breast Cancer quality Audit where it is stored with all the other little offenders for later research and information. This is to ensure that breast cancer patients throughout Australia and New Zealand are getting and continue to get the best treatment available. When this happens it is unidentified. Its name is changed to protect the innocent and given a number instead, because we don’t know what that number is we will henceforth refer to triple neg as 007.
I am very glad to live in Western Australia, I am not sure what medical care is like in other parts of the world but this has been a big eye opener for me. I have an appointment with the Oncologist on Wednesday, and find out when I start Chemo Therapy, a physiotherapy appointment on Friday and the Radiology Oncology on the 29th. My Surgeon was telling me all the breast surgeons have a team meeting with the oncologists and discuss all the breast cancers being treated. They all input and run treatment plans by each other, so everyone knows what is happening with each case. Nothing slips through the cracks. It is reassuring to know you are being managed so professionally.
I first sent a group text to my kids and the back chat was hilarious as they bounced off one another, with questions about the results and verbal attacks on cancer in general, ‘cancer can go suck it, f#..cancer’ and ending with Troy promising to support me by getting a pink car sticker (he had a hot pink bow tie and cumber bun for his High School ball, so me getting breast cancer will just be a good excuse) and Hayley promising eyeliner tattooing to support Troy. I think I’ll have a trip to Hawaii in support of my self, thanks guys. Anyway, with Sarah in another State, it made me feel very close to them all.
Saying goodbye to 007 is only the first part of treatment, this aggressive type of cancer needs follow-up therapy, so the next few months will see many changes and more assault on my femininity. I have already previously lost a womb, half a boob (I shouldn’t complain, for most people losing a 10 cm lump of a breast would leave them flat, thankfully I had an ample bosom so it hardly noticed) but losing my hair may cause some tears. (I always tease mine high to balance out my chunky body) I will just have to get a Sharon Osborne wig and learn to tie beautiful scarves. If that fails, I will risk looking deranged and just smile a lot in the hope that no one notices I’m bald.