What the hell are you supposed to do after you find out you have cancer?! Is there a normal way to act? I felt fine. I looked fine. Life was going on as usual for the time being. I have actually never felt more clarity in my life than I did that first weekend after we found out. I kept looking at myself in the mirror and thinking about why I ever thought I was ugly or that my hair was annoying, quite mad with myself that I would waste time on such invalid thoughts. My hair is beautiful! I am far from ugly and I have one hell of a laugh (snort and nostrils) as my brothers so often like to point out. As my good friend Alex Boyall would so often tell me, I am bloody awesome.
I had to wait until the next week, to have full body scans and speak to doctors about my prognosis. As far as I knew, I had breast cancer, it had spread to my lymph nodes and I was eerily aware that it was not a good thing. Like I said before, the angst I had was not in fearing for my life or health, I was shattered that I had so many people I had to tell and upset. In saying that; what a bitter sweet circumstance of having that wildly large number of people that love me and would share in the sorrow!
So that weekend I hauled my family together, skyped with my loved ones overseas and had people tell people to try and ease the load for me. So heartbreaking telling everyone, but it had to be done.
At 8.45 on Monday Morning, I went to my first doctors appointment. Dr Moon, my assigned surgeon at The Breast Cancer Institute, was awesome. He was informative and organised things to happen for me right away. I went for full body scans that day, was booked in to see the plastic surgeon on the Wednesday and then booked in to have Surgery on the following Tuesday (April Fool’s Day.. typical!). The full body scan tests came back clear and I was feeling fine.
I spent the week hanging out with all my loved ones, going to the gym, doing yoga, jetty jumping, eating delicious food and enjoying my perfect health.