Well it will be a week tomorrow since I got the dreaded phone call.  I am surprised how calm I have been about it all.  I am not going through the 'why me' thing that lots seem to.  I am not a person who worries about my appearance to the extreme that loosing my breast, or breasts as the case may be, worries me.  I am of an age (60) that they are purely decoration, and a HUGE decoration at that. I think of the weight I will loose when it (they) are gone.

I am nervous about the surgery and the stay in hospital. I hate those places and must admit to having an awful reaction to anaesthetic.  Feel dreadful for a week and just want to spend all my time with my head down the loo throwing up.

Noticed today after my shower that my boob has gone the most amazing green and purple with bruising from the biopsy.

Been busy trying to get things done around the house before I go into hospital and can't do some of them. Just general things like cleaning out the spare room and tidying things away.