So this is it. The day of my appointment has arrived. Ian has just taken the boys to school, and I am sat in the kitchen, feeling very anxious about the day ahead.
I've checked the letter from the Breast Care clinic a million times, in the vain hope that it will help calm me down, but it hasn't. I feel so teary. 90% of all lumps are something other than cancer, so in all probability I haven't got breast cancer, but when your mum and maternal grandmother have both had it, you begin to lose faith in probability, and statistics.
Ian keeps reassuring me that it will be fine - he's almost as worried as me, but, being the rock that he is, is hiding it, and just takes care of me. He is wonderful, and he is my other half. Life without him is unimaginable.
Hopefully, by the end of today, I will be relieved and relatively stress-free. If the news is bad, then we must concentrate on family and friends, and being positive.
Pray for me....
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