Well , finally........ today was the day I had my last treatment for breast cancer. Just after 9am I walked out of the Western General Hospital in Edinburgh after my final radiotherapy treatment. I had 25 in all, 5 weeks, 5 days per week and it's been OK, but very tiring.
It's the culmination of 8 months of a "cancer journey" - diagnosis, surgery and treatment. I was diagnosed on October 9th last year. I've been pretty lucky all in all. I had a lump less than 1cm in size, all removed and no spread to lymph nodes.
It was found via a mammogram I elected to have as part of a BUPA MOT check and thank goodness I did. It couldn't be felt, I am 41 and not considered high risk. My cancer was an aggressive grade 3 and what we call "triple negative" which means I cannot be treated with Tamoxifen or Herceptin. My stats are good, apparently there is a 92% chance I'll still be alive in 15 years, which is obviously fab..........
I had 8 cycles of chemo and 25 doses of radiotherapy, the chemo was fine, it's not as bad as everyone thinks, I was lucky. All in all though, it's been a pretty horrendous few months and physically and mentally I am dented and I guess I will always worry if this damn thing will come back.
So, keep all crossed for me. I am very grateful for all the wonderful wishes you have sent via your comments so big hugs to you all xxxx