As most people know, the Pink Ribbon is the symbol of breast cancer. Sadly, I am now a member of the pink ribbon club, receiving a diagnosis several weeks ago. This is certainly not a club I sought to join, but I now join the ranks of all those other brave and courageous women to join in this particular battle. I read that the risk of breast cancer increases as women age, with 75% of all cases occurring in women over 50 years.
Robin and I have been on holiday in our caravan over the last couple of weeks, trying to clear our heads as we waited for the surgery date to tick around. Almost like a recuperation holiday in advance, we could say. On Wednesday I go to have my lumpectomy surgery, with other treatment to follow.
The good news is that the lump is quite small and “very treatable”, I have been told. On the other side, I had bowel cancer 10 years ago, so I am well aware of the challenges of radiation and chemo treatments.
So please, wherever you may live, keep up with the mammograms. Here in New Zealand at attaining the age of 69 they are no long free, but I am just grateful that I decided it was time to have another and we were happy to pay the cost. If I had left it for another year or so, or not bothered at all, it could well be a different scenario several years down the track. We must all take care of yourselves.