I’m Lyndsay, some of my friends know me as Tinks. 4 weeks ago in April 2019, I was diagnosed with triple negative, grade 3 breast cancer. On that day my world stood still, I’m 29! This couldn’t have been happening to me…
I have two babies aged 2 and 3 and an amazing partner of only 8 months, he’s an absolute hero for all of us and continues to be my rock. It took a while for the reality, the anxiety and the anger to set in for us.
Decisions needed to be made, “are you considering more children?” They asked on the day of my diagnosis “well actually we don’t have any together and we’d always hoped to have one of our own”… so the egg freezing process commenced, 2 hormone injections a day and egg collection any day now!
The fear of delaying treatment has been intense but my nurses assured me they wouldn’t let me do it unless they believed I could wait and I just have to believe them I guess!
So here we are, 7 days until I start 6 rounds of chemotherapy followed by surgery. I’m awaiting testing for the BRCA1 gene which will determine the type of surgery required but my head at the moment just wants to grab the surgeon by the neck and scream “just cut them off and save me!!” I don’t need boobs to survive on this earth! I can’t face a reality where I leave behind my babies and my boyfriend, chemo has to work, there simply isn’t any other option for me. Wish me luck, I’m going in!!!