DIARY 'A Positive Journey through Breast
Cancer' - Denise
doctor called me into her office after I had taken the mammogram
and said that the tumour was cancerous, and just to be sure
they would extract some of it's cells through a long fine
needle. It was called 'fine needle aspiration'. The procedure
was painful, as the type of tumour I had was painful, and
the results were even more so. The tumour was malignant.
the 9th. It had been twenty-six years that I'd been married
to Michael. This was our anniversary day, but I from now
on would have to share it with the unhappy memory of the
cancer diagnosis. The bitter and the sweet, hand in hand.
weeks to follow were negotiated through a fog. I shuffled
through my day's taking zombie steps forward. My mind was
glazed, my heart broken, and my face and eyes swollen with
the weeks of tears that I cried.
was never really afraid that I would die; I think that I
was afraid of the legendary procedures to follow. I was
always terrified of hospitals, and particularly felt week
at the knees and faint at the sight of patients with their
bandages and paraphernalia like drips, blood, and bags of
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