The results are in…..
Heading to the surgeon felt like my original first appointment at the Doctor for my diagnosis. You’re aware that an issue is present just not the severity or the actions that may come! So many things had entered my mind in the last 24hrs and those that I have since shared on my blog. But sitting there now my mind was ticking….. What if the outcome is bad? How do I explain this to my now 8yr old? I can manage anything that is thrown my way but what about my boys? How will they manage! Surely I’m allowed a small break in life in the bad news department? I don’t remember having smashed that many mirrors when I was younger? How can a genetic makeup cause so many different scenarios in your life?! We are born into life to eventually die so why do life threatening conditions exist for anyone? Why is there anything other than happiness that has to exist? Why do a majority of the population have to suffer? Why can’t we all be born and all given 100 happy years to share, with no illness or other dramas outside of our control? Seems reasonable doesn’t it?!
Waiting in the surgeon’s office my stomach would not stop doing backflips! Perhaps I should have had a shot of tequila before coming in! Although I tend to not drink before 10am LOL. (Unless on holidays!)
Finally we were called in… The Surgeon was very happy with how my wounds were healing. A couple more weeks and the swelling under my arm should be completely resolved; my chest was fantastic, and roughly another 6 weeks on the groin for the swelling to settle and things should return to normal. I could however drive from today!! (Slight sigh as that meant I was back to school runs and normality) I could have gotten used to being chauffeur driven around.
I was quite happy with the results he gave, they could definitely have been far worse! I believed I was as prepared as could possibly be for either way. I did however feel that they seemed to be a little neutral if I can say that! As in it wasn’t the fantastic news I was hoping for, but definitely not bad!…..
Cancer had not spread to the lymph nodes and was not Her2 positive (didn’t understand a lot as to what that meant, but have since looked it up on Google and believe it is a type of gene mutation. If results showed Her2positive, it would be more likely to come back and higher potential for it to spread). My tumour was oestrogen and progesterone based (feeds from my hormones), was larger than the original 8cm (10.5cm), and classed as category 3 (aggressive in growth). The surgeon believed that he had removed the tumour and enough surrounding tissue. He would now be referring me to an oncologist specialist and then a genetic counsellor (for additional testing). He advised that in normal circumstances this would be treated with Chemotherapy, Oestrogen and progesterone treatment and perhaps radiation (radiation would be discussed once my genetic results were back). I then may also need to think of further preventative surgeries which would all depend on the results from genetic testing. The biggest concern was working out whether I could actually have chemotherapy and what that may mean for my ongoing health care plan around Cystic Fibrosis. We would need to weigh up all the options once we had all the information. But he had said that Cystic Fibrosis, my age (apparently considered young for breast cancer), and given that it was a Cat 3 tumour were the elements not on my side.
Brett and I came away from the appointment relatively happy! Whilst it was aggressive it was caught early! I’m generally positive and I firmly believe that attitude and mindset plays a huge role in health. So they were aspects that I believed were on my side! Next for us is waiting to hear from the Oncologist and seeing them to determine what the next steps will be. In the interim I’ll be busy getting on with normality and searching on Google for treatments available, centres with available treatments, health suggestions, alternative treatments and thinking of questions that I may need answered.