My wife has suspected breast cancer. Sorry to be blunt, but yes, we were told last week that the last mammogram my wife had uncovered a mass that needed investigation. She underwent a biopsy last Friday and we were taken into one of those comfortable rooms where they give you bad news, all flowers and leather sofas, etc.
Due to her family history (three maternal generations directly affected) she’s been having the old norks checked since she was about four. Therefore the ‘mass’ is extremely small and has been caught early. The specialists insist that should the biopsy be bad news, and they seem to be pretty sure it will be, it should be very treatable indeed.
We fully intend to laugh our way through this storm and hope very much that you’ll join the giggles. Sharon will be needing me now more than ever and clearly, I will have to put her first as quite frankly, nothing else matters anyway. So, I’ll be taking a year off from my brain injury ‘work’ to be with my beloved and I will return once the storm has cleared away and the laughs are even more hearty than usual.
I’ll still be dicking around on social media, but ‘Notes From The Brain Damaged Baron will be ‘on a break’ from today.
Cheers gang, see you soon!