I intentionally antidate in the title, to review the chronological order of treatments. (not only for you, but also for myself)
I won't be able to antidate the blog's side effects with tips, advice and links. That's what I'm going to end up making a nice overview folder for anyone who needs it.

My house is suddenly filled with flowers. I don't even get that much on my birthday. Admittedly I never celebrate those so I shouldn't whine. They smell great and I enjoy it.
I'd rather not have had them, I can tell you, because the reason is anything but festive.
Marion starts at the beginning..

In January this year, I discovered a thickening in my right chest. I had intensively crocheted Christmas socks for the residents of the care home I work in, so thought I had overloaded my muscles. Well watched, but nothing to the hand.

In mid-May, I was doing a heavy job. Staircase renovating. Vinyl off, and the glue and paint sanded off and used. Spicy job.
And then I started noticing a change. My chest got firmer, but again I know doing the job. How naive. I even went left sanding and biking, because such an intense workout gives you beautiful breasts. Man, man, man, what was I thinking.


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There was nothing wrong three weeks before. Well, yes, ostensibly.
I've been out for a bra. It's still bad things to wear and I had decided to spend a tit money to find a nice one. But a well-known national lingerie business came no further than a 21 euro rag, and of a fabric that would envy sandpaper.

Last week I noticed that my chest was not only firmer, but also bigger. That's not right, I thought. See the GP next week, because I'll be a week off.
So thought, so done.
That head of him when he examined the breast actually spoke volumes, but I decided to ignore that.
It is a cyst or an inflamed pectoral muscle and therefore basta. Couple of hours mammapoli and empty suck or a pill spa. Salting up with miserable things.
Had enough misery. After three myocardial infarctions with a 5-fold bypass belonging to my case, a cerebral infarction and hearing impairment, I found that a cyst was enough misery with it.


On June 24, 2021 I got an ultrasound. But I saw it was wrong. I recognized the image on the ultrasound from my Hypnotherapist training.
100% cancer, the surgeon said, after my announcement when I said I already saw it on the screen and it wasn't good.
It sounds harder on 'paper' here than she said it.
Two decidedly friendly women surround me with all care and attention, as if I were the first woman with breast cancer.

100% cancer with lymph node metastases. At least 5 months of chemo and surgery.’
I shoot full after this mokerstroke.
me? canker? I came for a pill or a scary thick needle that would suck out the cyst.

At home I put it on a roar and refused to answer the calls. Too fierce all. Four days later, I had somewhat faced the magnitude of severity.

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