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False Alarms, Friends & Fridays


This week has been an intense one. After the shock of receiving my surgery date quite mundanely on the Thursday before Mr B left for his work trip, I quickly reverted to my trusty coping mechanism - PLANNING.

I rallied friends to help me pick the boys up from school, one to take them to school on the surgery date, my sister to be home as a contingency & Taxis to drive me about for the week.

I agonised over asking friends to pitch in, I’m someone who grew up having to sort her shit out by herself so relying on others doesn’t come naturally, I lamented to geographically distant friends about my conundrum, my fear of appearing to take liberties but they rightly assured me that I should ask.

I’m so glad I did because the response was amazing and a MASSIVE weight off my shoulders. I felt so loved.

The actual date came, Tuesday. Everything ran with Miltary precision. The taxi was on time, We dropped the boys en route to the hospital and I was at the reception desk with 5 mins to spare.

A very smiley nurse informed me she would be caring for me and we settled into the pre-assessment checks. This was when I noticed the wrong breast written on the front of the booklet. I anxiously queried it. She went to get the Surgeon who spoke to me and it turned out there was some confusion.

The breast I needed focus on was a bigger operation so it was decided to book me in for that. I wish the letters they sent had more information on it so I could’ve spotted it much earlier.

In the mean time, I breathed a sigh of relief as I wasn’t looking forward to solo parenting my two rascals post surgery.

I cancelled all the support I had set up and eagerly looked forward to seeing my hubby at the weekend.

The time between Tuesday & Friday seemed to drag on. I got more and more fatigued, my pain levels increased and my tolerance decreased. But you know what, I made it.

I handled it all chronic illnesses & all.

My biggest takeaway from this week are 1) No Man is an Island & 2) I should never underestimate myself.

My life might be very different but I’m still the same badass on the inside and that mental resilience is needed more than ever.


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  1. Emily Gillatt-Ball2 March 2019 at 20:06

    OMG "the wrong breast"????? That is just horrendous - what if you hadn't noticed? Yes, definitely don't underestimate yourself, Lucy - you are amazing to cope with it all as well as you do.

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    1. Oreos & Gin3 March 2019 at 06:45

      When they start marking the wrong boob I’m sure I’d have been like WHAT?!!! 😆😆 Thanks Emily! 💕

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