Spent entirely too much time stressing today.
Like, what if the very act of taking the biopsy dislodges cells and they spread all over my body?
I was also stressing over whether or not I should go away on holidays. Will an extra couple of weeks *really* make that much difference in the grand scheme of things?
But if I do go on holidays I'll stress about this thing growing in me that could spread at any time. I'll stress about cells being dislodged by the biopsy and getting spread around while I'm walking all around Europe.
But then, what if I'd done my scans back in January when Dr LH first suggested it? Would it have even been detectable at that point? What if I'd done that and not found out about it and then it could be *years* before I had another scan. What then??
So many what-ifs :(
It was also surreal when we went to the Casey shops in the afternoon to do some food shopping. Like all these people are just going about their lives, while I've just been given a (likely) cancer diagnosis.
Talked to EffanC about *stuff* in the evening. C also had dense breast tissue and had fibroid stuff that looked like cancer.
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