Spent the week in Cornwall with SJ’s family. Nice to get out of London for a while and it’s nice to get back as well.
To be honest, I was getting worried about the lump on me nipple which seemed to have escalated in the last couple of months.
In true Peter Griffin style (from ‘Family Guy’, if you ain’t dahn wiv ver kidz), I thought I would ignore it and it would go away.
For all my worry, I still thought that it was a cyst, but in the back of your mind… I am a bloke and I have to worry about something! Anyway, it will be a relief when I find out that it is just a cyst.
We got back from Cornwall and I really did get worried. SJ said that the fact that my nipple was inverted was a sign of breast cancer (not that she thought that it was, it was an excuse to get me to the doctors ‘men don’t get breast cancer!’).
We went to Asda and all the way around the aisles, I was moaning and whinging, as SJ was trying to get our Xmas shopping. At one stage, she had had enough and said “what will you do if the doctor sends you for tests? Will it ruin our Xmas?” I did not answer. It was all for effect my friends. I honestly thought it was no big deal.
We got home and I booked an appointment for the doctors on Friday 23rd December.
I assumed that he would tell me that it was nothing to worry about, but as soon as he saw the lump and inverted nipple, his face changed and before I could say anything he was on his PC getting an emergency appointment for me at Queen Elizabeth II Hospital Breast Clinic.
I came home and said to SJ, “Hey, they ARE taking tests, but I will not let it spoil Xmas”. But even though I was worried, I was still waiting for the relief when I would be told that it was a cyst.
Men don’t get breast cancer.