After being diagnosed in Nov 2015, I've been through chemo for 6 months, a mastectomy with a free tram reconstruction, delayed healing, 25 sessions of radiotherapy and now I have just two more sessions left. It'll all end on Tuesday next. I'll be on tamoxifin for 5 years, though. Somehow I'm unable to rejoice. I'm not sure if it is the fact that after being supported by the medical system for so long, I'm petrified of being on my own with this in my past. Maybe I'm just plain crazy - someone who doesn't count her blessings. I certainly want to, though.