Life...........and then another ?!

I called my GP, Dr Heymans this morning, asking him for the 'yellow pages' of other Oncologists and Radiologists, who I think is despairing with me. When I first heard that I needed Chemo, my reaction was what most people who  know me would have expected. Total denial and very angry! The poor man offered to prescribe, what I refer to as �happy pills� and whilst I totally appreciate that they no doubt help many many people deal with stressful situations, I think I have established a long time ago, that I don�t necessarily fall into the �norm�. I declined the offer.  He did however give me some magic �stick under the tongue� mini tablets, which I took an hour before the operation. I was calm as a cucumber as they rolled me down and when I woke up, was over the moon to look down and see what looked unmistakably like my boob.

Hopefully Dr. Heymans will call me back, he suggested that he would talk to my Oncologist, to explain that I was opting out of Chemo and wanted 'Herceptin' immediately, as well as Radiology.
It would be ideal if my Oncologist ( who I am unable to talk to until Wedneday, Easier to get an audience with the Pope than him), agrees to me changing tack.
If he doesn't agree, then I will go through the 'yellow pages' and will find someone who will.

How lucky I am, not to have lost a breast. I have since spoken to a number of woman, one a good friend of mine, who had mastectomies. How lucky am I! What these ladies went through must have been hell, their journey was so much harder than mine.  On top of losing a breast, going through Chemo with all it�s horrible side effects and then ending up with osteoporosis as a result of Chemo������ I feel such a wimp in comparison. I have it easy! Having heard about the aftereffect of my friends Chemo, i.e. osteoporosis, I have again in my  mind had confirmed that Chemo is not for me.  And I think I can say this with confidence, as I have tried it.

I noticed that I am using the word �strange� very often. It was strange, just as life started not to be so good. ( prefer that to �life stopped for a short while,� whilst I had to work out how to deal with this new challenge), we had the best news ever. Kyla and Dan found out the day of my breast opeartion, very strange timing!
It does appear that I will be competing in 'baldness levels' with our new grandchild, which we ( The Royal �we�,  which stands for Kyla and Dan and Geoff and I) are expecting on my birthday, out of all days, next February. 

We are over the moon, naturally I am hoping for a girl that will turn out to be as beautiful and charming as my daughters, and Geoff and Dan are hoping for a boy. Keep the flag flying and all that stuff J. We will just have to wait and the end of the day whether girl or boy, he / she will be spoiled, loved and cherished. Can't wait to teach 'it' to swim and ski!

Poor Kyla is being overloaded with Diet information from my side now, on what she needs to eat.