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    Gertrude is the name we decided to call my cancerous breast hence the title of this blog. Although I had to keep my breast through chemo and radiation due to the nature of IBC - once it 'blew up' it no longer looked like my breast and I couldn't wait to get rid of it. Calling it Gertrude was a way of seperating it from myself. This main page is where I write about the general goings on that relate to Gertrude, there is another page that are more a diary of treatments etc This blog is a public blog so although I am being very honest about my battle with Gertrude I have "changed names to protect the innocent" - because everyone can see it if you write comments on the blog pages please use the same abbreviations for other family member or friends that I do. Please feel free to ask questions if you want clarification because then other people who might have been wondering the same thing can read your question and our answers.
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    OH- Other Half (Hubby), OD- Oldest Daughter, MD- Middle Daugher, YD- Youngest Daughter, SB- soulja boi MD's fiance in the army (now ex fiance), OD's R OD's partner, BS- Breast surgeon whose initials just happen to be BS as well, BC- our GP (family doctor), Dr H- my medical oncologist, all other friends family etc will be referred to as initials etc
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Today is the anniversary of when “Gertrude” blew up (red, hard, hot and funny looking) and that I realised I had a problem. 2 weeks earlier round the 7th July I had started having an extremely itchy boob which I had put down to a reaction to washing powder residue in my bra or suchlike. So today a year ago was the first inkling I had that something worse was going on inside my breast. Looking back I remeber how naive I was that it wasn’t anything serious – at worst a bad infection. I am lucky that even though my doctor was also convinced it was an infection, he had the good sense to send me to a specialist breast clinic when the antibiotics didnt work.
I have a whole lot of new anniversaries that will forever be in my brain.
21st July “gertrude” blew up
4th of August – what was the anniversary of OH and my first date (when he was 27 and I was 19 – 27 years this year) is now going to be the anniversary of the day I got told I had Inflammatory Breast Cancer.
there are also other little dates like the date I started treatment (chemo) 29th August, the date I had my mastectomy 21st April.
Out of all these dates the one I am looking forward to and the only one I will celebrate and hopefully for many years to come is the 28th April – the day I was told there was no evidence of disease – that I was NED.
I am still feeling a little like a cancer patient than a cancer survivor because my Herceptin treatment doesn’t finish until the 14th of August, but I hope to be a cancer survivor for many years to come. I wish I could be 100% certain on this but with IBC it is not a certainty and that little and sometimes not so little “what if” I am learning to live with.
As I wrote that last sentence I had the realisation that this is what this time for me is all about – learning to live – finding my new path in an altered way, but still in the great adventure that is called my life.

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