The cancer nurse where I had my operation called me yesterday to tell me that the little bit of invasive cancer found in my troublesome breast has tested HER2 positive and oestrogen receptor positive as well. She then started talking about Chemotherapy, Herceptin and Tamoxifen ... and told me I have an appointment to see an oncologist on Monday.
Clearly this is not particularly great news. My knowledge is pathetically thin on the subject, but my understanding is that HER2 positive cancers are more aggressive and fast-growing and more likely to recur. So, as any further treatment I have will be aimed at reducing the likelihood of recurrence, I expect the conversation on Monday will be largely based around statistics. I must remember to take a notepad and pen.
On a more cheerful note, we got a playful new puppy last Sunday. He's an 11-week-old American Cocker Spaniel called Austin. We thought that this was as good a time as any ... the kids are on school holidays and I am at home recuperating anyway ... so between us we're puppy-watching the warm dry days away. Austin is so little, so soft, so affectionate, so silly and so good. I take him outside and walk around the garden so he can sniff and explore, and pee and poo - I tell him what a clever boy he is and give him a treat. He follows me around the kitchen and lies down on my feet.