The beginning....

Welcome!

Firstly I would like to explain to you the reasoning behind my oddly named blog, my name is Megan and I have recently (as recently as today, in fact) been diagnosed with breast cancer. Hence the blog.

"But wait", I hear you say, "I still don't know who Larry is?" Well, it all started 1st January this year when I found a lump in my breast. Then came a whole mayhem of GP appointments, ultrasound scans, mammograms and finally a biopsy to take a sample and test for the big C. After this I then had to wait a week for the results, during this time I happened to read somewhere that if you give something a name it becomes slightly less terrifying; from this Larry the Lump was born.

So this blog is for me to make sense of my journey with Larry and his upcoming eviction (whether he likes it or not) on 13th Feb, when I will be having a lumpectomy and tests on my lymph nodes to determine whether or not the cancer has spread. I say it is for me but if you're reading it then you're also invited to come along for the ride - buckle in though, I'm pretty sure it's going to be a bumpy one. The plan is to make a post for each step of the journey and also for when I'm feeling particularly overwhelmed, so we'll see!

Which leads me nicely to the title of this post, aptly named the beginning; today is the day I was told that my worst nightmare had come true. I'm currently feeling adequately numb but that numbness is chipped away at slightly every time I have to tell someone new. My fiance Warren was with me for the appointment (thank god, I didn't absorb half the information I was meant to) but we have since told my family, his aunt and one of my very close friends. For now that is enough, I cannot face everyone knowing at the moment but I am aware that I can't live like that for the whole journey. Maybe I'll rent a billboard? Or send a flyer? It's the face to face that I can't deal with but at the same time I feel like a message is too impersonal. Oh well, I'll figure that one out soon I'm sure.

Next steps are blood tests, an MRI (apparently because I'm 27 I have very "dense breast tissue". Who knew, eh? AND he said that after seeing me without a bra, I'm taking it as a very strange compliment) and then the big surgery on the 13th. I like having a step-by-step plan, I've discovered a plan keeps me calm.

Finally hello to you, if you've made it this far and not passed out from boredom then I thank you and hope you'll stay with me throughout this madness. I hope you and all your family/friends are well, nobody ever deserves to go through this and I hope you never have to.

Love, Meg and Larry xx

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