This last week has been full of so many things, it’s where to start.
Sunday saw Georgina and I caught up in a bomb scare at Bluewater, a frightening experience in itself, but at least a false alarm. I was surprised at how my mother hen came to the fore, and my imperative was to keep Georgina calm and safe.
Monday, and doing a routine breast check doubled with a dull ache and tenderness, I made an appointment to get it checked, but not till next Wednesday.
Tuesday with feeling worse I called again, best offer was to go to the surgery for 8:00 am the next day. An evening trip to see Bohemian Rhapsody provided some relief with music cheering me up.
Luckily the doctor saw me earlier and he found a lump, but as I had a mammogram in April that was clear, he is, as I am, hopeful it is a cyst and a course of antibiotics prescribed.
I can’t lie and say I’m not worried, that is natural, but I have always resolutely attended regular appointments and do checks at home.
I have told some family and a few other people, and it is surprising how many people have had a ‘scare’ and they have offered comforting words.
I’m sure it’s nothing sinister, and hope so too.
Early detection is crucial as is to find out that it’s nothing suspicious and get that reassurance.
Two late evenings at school, culminating in seeing a message from Oz today that Andrew and Lis are safe after a terrorist attack in Melbourne!
What a world we live in, but I am blessed with wonderful family and friends and intend to enjoy the weekend at Twickenham watching rugby!