Prosthesis appointment done. I have cried my eyes out in with the lady. I didn’t think I would be as knocked back as this about it. I’ve done all the hard parts now, the surgery, recovery, medication, radiotherapy. But this has upset me the most. #breastcancersucks

I think it’s the final realisation that I will never look, or feel, or be the same ever again. And then I have felt really guilty and bad for getting so upset about it, because things could have been so much worse and there are people in a much more dire situation than me.

Anyway. I have a lush new NHS bra https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😉" title="Zwinkerndes Gesicht" aria-label="Emoji: Zwinkerndes Gesicht"> (albeit 2 cup size too small for my good boob because there were none in stock my size........which has been the story of my life since age 12) and I have a prosthesis, a box to keep it in and a inconspicuous carrier bag.

All on the NHS.

I know I bang on and on about it but the NHS is flippin’ marvellous. Diagnosis, surgery, treatment, medication, my aftercare, even parking for appointments....all covered.

Aaaanyway. Me and husband didn’t know whether to celebrate getting a fake boob or commiserate over what has happened, so to cover all bases we have booked a pub lunch in a beer garden.

And of course, the reason I tweet all this and share my side of the story is for awareness. So that you all know the story, and that you are vigilant to signs and symptoms. I am lucky, prognosis is good because it was caught early.

Check, check, check. All of you.

One final thing from me....this thread will demonstrate why I am doing the 100 Miles Challenge for Breast Cancer Now. Please, whatever you can spare will be appreciated. Scroll down the fundraising page to see an update from me, rather than the story bit xxx https://twitter.com/l0nesomeg0ddess/status/1387317777699123203">https://twitter.com/l0nesomeg...