I went for a check up, only because I was there for my boys’ general appointments and hadn’t checked the boobies in a while. A lump was found and the following ultrasound confirmed the lump. My GP then referred me to a breast specialist and after more tests, injections and appointments, I was diagnosed with breast cancer in the left breast.
Having to tell my 2 young children was the hardest thing that I’ve ever had to do and watching my 10 year old cry broke my heart…
My Lumpectomy 3 weeks later showed that I had invasive ductal cancer, grade 3minimum of 33mm, high grade DCIS and 3 out of 4 surgical margins were positive. 0/2 nodes negative, sensitive to progesterone and estrogen but negative to herceptin.
I was then told that I would be having 6 months of chemo (3 months AC and 3 months Taxol) and then a mastectomy to 1 or both breasts, depending on genetic testing. I decided that since I would be losing my hair, I didn’t want cancer to take it and wanted to do it myself.
I then started fundraising for National Breast Cancer Foundation and after raising $1600, got my work mates to take turns and shave my head. It was the best thing I could have done because I have a weird sense of humour and it was done in a loving way!
My chemo on the 6th August was terrifying- until I fell asleep on the chair lol! The first week and a half saw me having nausea, chills, indigestion and shortness of breath. However, the following week and a half, I was able to go back to work (disability with high behaviours)and felt like my old self.
There have certainly been ups and downs and the next 6 months to a year feels like a lifetime, but I know I’m fighting for my life and luckily I’m a stubborn cow!
I have 2 important reasons to live and plan on doing a lot more with life in the years to come. Xx Renee