Got home, phoned Barbara and told her I had cancer and then told Bill. Had a hug. Told all the children when they came home from school and then went to the gym with Jean. She's good; she has friends who've had it all, so she's a seasoned pro at hearing people's stuff. It's all very surreal.
Next day at work I spoke to the boss and told him I had breast cancer. He had already been given the gist by Barbara. I learned that my job is safe. All I have to do is take the time off that I need.
The next week through work and home was very slow. Better than waiting a week for test results to show whether I had cancer. Worse than having a clear idea of next steps straight away. So if it is so important to catch cancer early why do they leave you hanging around for a week to give you a plan of action?
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