My first sign of cancer was malignant cells by fine needle back in 1997 -
but the lump they thought might be the cancer wasn't, so was on a close
watch for a while.  12 months later there was an anomaly on ultrasound, but
I refused biopsy. 6 months after that, the second lump had presented about
5-6 cm away from the first (also detected on ultrasound but not
mammography). Initial mastectomy in June 99, with 6 months of chemo ( CMF
[?, methotrexate,5 Fluourouracil]) and then tamoxifen for 2 yrs before I
handed back the unopened packs. Prophylactic mastectomy in 2001. I felt
safer after that.

So its been almost seven years. In that time:
* I've lost (and regained) weight
* got myself fit and then back to flabby * Graves disease but its under
control;
* no longer get depressed, i've learned I don't need to be
* finally accepted that I'm going to go on having the chemo-induced problems
with temperature control
* work is wonderful and i'm developing new skills
* now trying to get fit and lose weight.

I've discovered that, for me, there's worse things in life than having had
cancer. I save a heap on brassieres!!!
The problem "being deformed" - with having only one breast - and then with
having no breasts - was in MY mind and the lack of them hasn't made a huge
difference to my ability to have passion in my life.

So for those of you starting out - keep your chin up - laugh as much as you
can, particularly if you want to cry. There is still a LOT of good in life.

Dianne