In July 2017 I found a lump in my breast while showering. Not unduly unperturbed I carried on with life and as it didn’t do the decent thing and disappear I got it checked out. By August I was officially declared the owner of an invasive ductal breast carcinoma. In September I had surgery to remove it and in October I embarked on a programme of what will comprise chemotherapy, radiotherapy and Herceptin.
It’s been shocking, bewildering and will no doubt get more challenging. These posts record the process and my responses to it. It’s not a medical guide or a self-help manual, just my observations, that to some might seem irreverent, to others funny, but I hope always honest.
The latest posts appear at the top.