Dialling the Breast Specialist’s number, I take a deep breath. I’ve had a grossly uneasy feeling since December 16, but know Dr D’s been out of the country on his Christmas break.
Thankfully, Leanne’s lovely voice answered, we got through the pleasantries and I have an appointment in just over a week.
He’ll know how to deal with this pea-sized, hard, gravel-like lump, sitting close to the medial edge of the implant on my right side.
It’s making me sick.
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