I really don't know if I can keep going any more. It's not so much that I'm in pain but I can't physically get through the day , I can't think, can't function, hubby bought me the most wonderful rose bouquet but we are both like zombies and he won't touch me anyway as since op marital relationship are agonising when before it was uncomfortable but livable. I took a new role the week of my diagnosis and am being sent to London all the time, far more than expected and it's crazily demanding. I've no sick leave left and an unapproachable manager. The surgeon wants another op but I can't believe it will make any difference to the exhaustion as whatever caused the lump will still be causing it and I fear like the first op I'll go out worse than I go in. I think I have lost the will and all hope of any sort of normal life. I feel like I am hanging on by a thread.