It's
quiet and cold at home, and I have plenty to be getting on with, but
it feels like I'm waiting for something. I'm up to date with
the doctors, and on a new round of pills, and she has confirmed that
she can't find a reason for my constant nagging back pain. I
must have just strained it, doing all this laying about.
My
biopsy result was 'atypical hyperplasia'. The GP said she
didn't know what that meant, the consultant would explain, and that
an appointment should be through soon. I left it at that.
The
dog and I went for a walk across the farmland in brilliant winter
sunshine, the air as cold as a steel knife. We made it a long
walk, and as I put my key in the door and picked up the letter I
thought of hot tea. Kettle on, boots off, letter open. Come
and discuss your biopsy results with the gynaecological oncology
team. Oh. Ok. I guess I need to Google 'atypical
hyperplasia', which must be cancerous or pre-cancerous cells.
I
know this sounds mad, but after the initial shock came relief. My
body relaxed, knowing that finally, someone had heard and understood
its cries for help.
I'll
keep you posted.
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