I just got a call from my breast care nurse. Actually my breast care nurse is on holiday. As is my GP. It’s very inconvenient to get cancer in August.
My replacement nurse, who sounded like she needed a holiday, filled me in on the discussion the multidisciplinary team had about me today. They agreed to my request to have both boobs removed. A bilateral mastectomy in official terms. They decided not to do an MRI on my spine because they’re not worried about the bit that’s weird. Could be normal wear and tear. Could be an injury that healed.
Now we wait for an appointment with the plastic surgeon and then they’ll book the surgery date.
In the meantime I’ve made an appointment to see the GP to get a full blood analysis of my vitamin and mineral levels. I just want to make sure nothing is deficient. And I’m going to ask for a prescription for melatonin as I’ve read some interesting studies showing this could provide better outcomes for breast cancer. I’m also meeting with my gym instructor to make an exercise programme for recovery and madly ordering things to help me deal with the horrors of surgery to come.
It’s busy. Very busy.