Isn't it funny how one day can change your life?

This week I've spent a lot of time here...... Clatterbridge Hospital.

I was called back after a routine mammogram.

 I wasn't remotely concerned, but my husband insisted on coming along too, and at my appointment on Tuesday morning, it was obvious that the medical team were also taking this very seriously .....

and after an ultrasound and biopsy we had the results within 3 hours. 

Positive.

Breast Cancer.

Just like that.

Isn't it funny how one day can change your life?

On the plus side, this has been caught very early, (thank God for mammograms) and the team are talking about total cure .... a lumpectomy and radiotherapy treatment over the summer should do the trick.

I met my consultant yesterday, a real 'character' as my husband said.

He says its a Stage One cancer, which apparently, if you're going to have to have  a cancer, is the best one to have!!!! So now you know!

My op is scheduled for Friday June 11th.

The hardest part has been telling people ....

My lovely boy doesn't speak to us at the best of times, being 17 and in that 'zone' .... so I just don't know what he's thinking. The poor boy is in the middle of his A levels!

We knew about this on Tuesday, and all week I've been chatting brightly on the phone with my lovely girl who works away from home. How can you break news like this on the phone?

We waited until she came home last night so I could tell her face to face. At least I had a reaction from her, as you can imagine.

My parents don't know yet .... we're going to see them today.

My friends at work have been amazing and we have all cried together. I've never been hugged so much!

They have promised to look after my husband.

They know him very well, because he's the headteacher of the school I work in.

 I know he'll be in good hands. 

They took my class away from me, so I could clear my desk ..... and .... if truth be told .....

do a MAJOR TIDY in my classroom.

I couldn't bear the thought of some supply teacher seeing my mess ....

I left on Thursday knowing everything was sorted.

I don't know when I'll be going back.

As soon as possible, I hope, because that will mean I'm fit and well again.

Now it's half term and our plans for a trip to Scotland have been cancelled, but we think we will try to get away in the caravan for a few days at least, to try and fill some time while we wait for my treatment to begin.

I also have a small matter of 25 reports to write before the op, so that will take my mind off things a bit, too!