Sing a song of cell change,
They multiplied array,
Four and twenty blackbirds,
Through my lymph-nodes fly,
When my chest was opened,
The birds began to sing,
Isn’t that a dainty dish,
To try to do me in….
I wish we could have simplified the jargon -my diagnosis was less of a rhyme,
ER diffuse positive
PR negative
Ki-67 15% positive
HER +++
Highly differentiated
Ductal carcinoma
pT2 pN2a (5/23) MO
Stage IIIa
It all seems like Greek to me -no wonder we need to share a smile and a little more understanding, which is why I am raising money for Macmillan Cancer Support, I hope you like my work but please also pass it on and support my campaign at,
https://www.justgiving.com/whims-wishes/
Thank you 🙂
ailsa wishes... 