The First Week.

9th November 2009.What a rollercoaster of a week that was.  The day after diagnosis was probably the worst.  I couldn't eat, just wanted to sleep and blot the whole thing out.  I did not know how I was ever going to get through this. Quite honestly I wished I could die right there and then rather than face the scarey unknown. There was so much to do, so much information to take in, forms to fill out for the insurance company,  mortgage holiday to organise, leave from work......the list went on....all all seemed TOO BIG!  I hadn't even really cried.  It wasn't until Head Office sent me some flowers with an encouraging message that I actually broke down and let the grief come out. A encouraging phone call from the specialists nurse telling me that I would get through this was what I really needed to hear.  The next day I went back to work.  I don't know how I managed to concentrate but it was actually a good diversion being kept busy.  On the Saturday I went and had my blood tests done.  All these tests I was later to find out are calling 'staging' which simply means that they medics can tell which stage the tumor is at. Whilst I was getting my blood taken, the lady taking the blood was telling me that one of their work mates had also been diagnosed that week.  Statistics  show that seven women a day are diagnosed in NZ alone!
On the Monday I had to go and have my chest x-rayed to make sure there were no cells in my chest.  I was really quite worried about this but the specialists nurse said that it was highly unlikely as if that was the case I would have been really sick by now.  I was quite apprehensive about receiving my results back within the next couple of days.