Background

It is not a surprise really that I have found myself in this position.  My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer over 20 years ago, and is now living well in Australia.  This blog is to some extent for her and others who have survived.
I will freely admit that I am a hopeless patient and do not do illness and pain very well.  I have never been to hospital and I have a major fear of needles so all this is new and very scary.

I found a lump in my left breast in the beginning of January 2010. I went to see my local doctor who then referred me to the local breast clinic at the general hospital.
At the breast clinic I was prodded and poked and generally manhandled by the health care professionals there. As in the Monty Python sketch there was even the machine that went ping.
The full diagnosis came a week later, where I was given my choices of the way forward by my consultant and the ever present Macmillan Nurse.  I have chosen to have a full mastectomy and then followed by chemotherapy.

During these pages I will write about what I have gone through with hopefully a more human touch.  Maybe a little irreverent at times but hopefully with some wit. It will give me a opportunity to let off steam as well.

My next couple of blogs will discuss the tests I have had and where possible the results of them.