Lovely fresh, uplifting lunch – if you’re ever passing Warren Street/Euston Road.. And very convenient for UCLH Outpatients appointments. If that bloody doctor asks me one more time why I don’t want lipomodelling in my healed but scarred breast, I will tell her to take a running jump, “But you’re a young woman!” I am also a woman who is perfectly happy in my body: for whose benefit would I have three general anaesthetics, so that bits of belly fat can be extracted and stuffed down my cleavage through a syringe. Is it just me? How superficial is she? Does the NHS pay her to save lives or create glamour models?
My checkup found no obvious signs of recurrence, but the scar tissue had ‘firmed up’ on my mammogram [which is normal!, normal! everyone, don’t panic! Bloody impossible], so I need an ultrasound, just in case, but not until 29th September [well, it’s a unique way to celebrate Simchat Torah]. Give me a clean bill of health. Now. I don’t want to be invalided out of the life that I’m thoroughly enjoying. Again.
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If it wasn't for me the fish would never get fed. Still keeping tabs on you. Much love.
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