A Setback

Recovery had been good, despite feeling tired I was doing OK.  To be honest I didn’t know if I was tired because of the surgery, the thyroid or because I have children…most days I am knackered anyway! The only reason I drink coffee is because I had a baby and never slept again.

I was driving now, for a while I couldn’t drive as you can’t really turn your head after surgery.  I had exhausted Netflix but because the weather had been so nice, I’d been able to get out in the garden…I almost got the garden furniture out but thought better of it because then it would most definitely have started snowing and I didn’t want to tempt fate. Just before I was due back at work, I was given a week of appointments and none of them pleasant, one was the results from my surgery and the rest were for breast clinic.  Alongside my thyroid treatment I was now being scanned, poked, and prodded by the breast care consultants due to my Mum, Sister and Cousin all having breast cancer. I was starting to feel like I lived at the hospital.  Just before I went back to work, I attended the hospital to have my bandages removed from my neck…in some weird way I was really looking forward to this as the bandages were now a bit gross looking and my neck had turned purple, pink, and yellow…all of Lily’s favourite colours she had pointed out to me! I needed to see what was going on under there.  However, on arrival I realised it was not post-surgery care, it was surgery…breast surgery I had been summoned to and they had just failed to mention that crucial word on the letter “breast!” Instead of my bandages coming off I was having another flipping’ FNA!!! 

I do actually think I have become the Queen of the FNA, and I will say this to anybody that is having one, please don’t worry. It really doesn’t hurt and this time this was going deep into my boob! Everything was fine but they were taking the monitoring seriously so any lumps or bumps now had to be dealt with, which was reassuring but a bit much given everything else that was going on. To top it all off I returned to my car after feeling a little bruised and the lovely hospital parking attendant had slapped a parking ticket on my windscreen!! I kind of lost the plot a bit then and rang my GP who signed me off for another week, whilst I attended all the appointments that had been thrown at me.  I felt guilty, I wanted to go back to work and another week just felt like a setback in getting back to some kind of normality. However, looking back on this week that setback was nothing because what was about to come would be an even bigger setback…not just in work but everything!