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Chapter 3a: First clinic appointment

Wednesday, 10 Feb 2010

I was surprised to realise that I felt short-tempered the morning of my appointment at the breast diagnostic clinic.

After bickering with Frank, I apologised and explained I was feeling angry. After this it was manageable.

In the car on the way I started writing notes in case this was going to turn into something big and I would later want to document how I felt.

I wondered how I would feel if they gave me the all-clear - what I would do. I imagined that I would probably celebrate with a too-big meal.

In the two weeks since seeing the GP, I was very clear in my mind that I wouldn't tell friends and family as it could turn out to be nothing. I didn't want it to cloud relationships and be the only or first thing that people thought about when they thought about me.

I decided that I would only say anything if I couldn't avoid it because of visible changes from therapy. But a few days later, I wanted to mention it to the two friends who had cancer.

I ended with:

I am worried about worrying Frank.

I am getting more hugs.

Thank goodness for anti-depressants.

The Parapet

The breast diagnostic clinic in the King Edward VII hospital in Windsor is called The Parapet. It's a small building at the side of the hospital grounds with its own car park and 'pink' garden, which I spotted when I was in the waiting room.

It was s nice and warm inside and had a friendly - homely - feel. There were two reception areas, each with a desk and a waiting area. The clinic reception was at not the one I had entered next to.

I checked in and was given a form to fill in while I was waiting. It asked for my name, medications and for any family history of breast cancer. I decided not to let the situation get me down and gave my age with accuracy to the half year.

At the end, I was asked to rate my stress level the last year. I stared at the question for a few seconds because it implied that my stressful recent years might have contributed to my sitting in a clinic about a lump I had found.

I was called by a nurse before I finished completing the form. (to be continued...)

Comments (2)

8 March 2010

Hoping all has gone well today Paola. Thinking of you both.


Juan Lanus
10 March 2010

"I was asked to rate my stress level the last year"

Yes, I wrote you about this before. Women in Argentina seem to function the same as in UK :-)

It is a Good Thing that they ask you that, IMO it means they are caring for you the right way.

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