I hate Thursdays.

A little rant...

Every Thursday the hospital has a big team meeting where a person from every department all come together and discuss each patients case. The official name for this big important get-together shindig is a MDT meeting. This includes a Macmillan clinical nurse specialist, a cancer surgeon, a radiologist, an oncologist, a cellular pathologist & specialist doctors. After they review your case you then get booked in for a follow up appointment the next day. Sounds like a smooth plan right?

It is, until you receive that dreaded No Caller ID call on a Thursday, week after week telling you sorry your appointment has been postponed AGAIN. For multiple different frustrating reasons. Set backs that could have been avoided by more concise biopsies taken or not being pushed down the priority list for being so young. These are all things that need to change.

The 'waiting' is one of the toughest parts.

Being stuck in limbo now for months, making no progress is emotionally draining. Building yourself up for each appointment to be continually let down.

(If you're in this land of limbo right now, hang on in there and keep pushing!)

After waiting for over 5 months,

since first picking up the phone to my GP from finding my lump, with still no surgery date something inside me snapped. Enough was enough. Maybe it was the fear or the panic that time was just ticking away. But something not normally in my nature, I began kicking up a fuss. Questioning why was this taking so long?!

Sometimes you have to advocate for yourself. And the time was now.

Within a couple of very tearful on the verge of a break down phone calls, I managed to switch hospitals, switch surgeon & switch breast care team.

And I couldn't have been happier! We was finally making progress.

Let's get this bastard cut out and this show moving....