Hello all
Today is the 1st anniversary of my diagnosis and the days not going badly at all.
The 1st anniversary - which was 3 weeks ago - of my first mammogram was a different story: I went into meltdown. My first appointment for a mammogram was before we moved here, aged 47, over 3 years ago. I didn’t go, way too uncomfortable with the prospect of exposing myself (bad history). My second appt was aged 49. I didn’t go, it was inconvenient. So the 3rd appt was 1 day after my 50th birthday. So I put my big girl pants on - to quote Lainey - talked sensibly to myself and went. And the rest is history. Which leaves you with a lot of what-ifs.
After that day 3 weeks ago I realised this would be a year of anniversaries, the next one being today. So I made plans to go out for the day as a treat. So we did.
And so today is a good day. An anniversary of the day It was confirmed and action could begin. The day the insidious, destructive, evil enemy within was given an identity.
And now it’s gone 🙌🙌🙌🙌🍻💃💃💃 so yes today is a good day.
And May there be many more 🍻🍾.