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At the end of September dash beginning of October, I'd found the lump, where a lump should not be, specifically on a man. So the next morning I'd phoned the surgery.
At the mention of those two words, 'the lump', the reception staff were marvellous and an emergency appointment was thrust upon me.
Well, I had gone to the doctor's and quickly issued another appointment, at our local hospital Clatterbridge, for a mammogram. My friend had taken me, though I'd walked to the clinic down at least two very long corridors, on my own, limping quite badly by the time I'd got to the ward. The staff had rushed to me, as I'd arrived and, I'd been sat aside in a small room with couch and desk. I hadn't had too long to wait and, then after a series of question, 'd stripped to the waist and lain down.
“It it's not breast cancer,” I'd been assured, “It's probably Gynaecomastia,” she had added, handing me a booklet to read. “Your doctor will tell you more.” Well, the leaflet had explained a lot, which had eventually led to me making another appointment with my doctor, which had been a phone consultation. Yet, to digress a little. During this time I had received a note from the group practice hub, dated shortly after my first appointment, informing me that under the two-week rule, a lump meant I needed to be seen to asap, which I had been. It left me a little irked about the lack of communication, tween the new hub, my practice and myself. And, although the wait for the confirmed result wasn't too long, it had been very stressful. Yet, I'd used that stress positively for a change, finding distraction in writing and making little video's for youtube, just search for 'the pobble with no toes', find my pic and double click. That brings you to 'my page', click on video's and there you'll my vids, most of which were made during that wait.
Anywho... The results arrived and the doctor's diagnosis confirmed, so another appointment with the doctor was made, the phone-one and then I'd told her of the associate symptoms, the hair loss and the fatigue. Well, having read the booklet, I'd known what to expect it was, bits of me are turning female, for one of a multitude of possible causes. Perturbing, sure. But, not to my knowledge, death inducing, tho it is tender and something as light as my tee-shirt can be irksome, to say the least.
“Testosterone might help, the booklet suggests,” I'd prompted. “Please? I don't wan to wear a bra.”
“I'll add Testosterone to the list of things to be checked for,” she had retorted, eithe the hint of a chuckle.
The mention of my friend brings to mind, his reaction to watching me eat my half of a chicken sandwich with gusto: “It's good to see you eating, like this.”
I'd mentioned this to my friend Lucie in an email and she had responded simply,
“Me too.” Well, that had tickled me goodstyle.