8th September 2010
My hospital appointment was this week and I saw my proper consultant instead of her registrar. She greeted me with a pleasant smile and general chit chat. Like I said my consultant is brilliant, but the hospital I have issues with. The mammogram has been arranged and I am waiting on an appointment to be sent in the post. We both agreed nothing more could be done over my right breast. The mammogram will clear up any doubts left in my head, but she insists I try the Primrose oil capsules.
She gave me my examination checking my breast and nodes in my armpit. She questioned why I had not had my nipple replaced yet. When I gave her my reply she said the consultant was being a perfectionist. Well personally I’d sooner he was a perfectionist than a person who did not care. If he did not care about the end result I would be worried.
My consultant thought I was a housewife. Even though I had told her months back I work in a theatre. I explained I had done three productions and this was my fourth at a Theatre. The shock on her face said it all. She even admired my determination to keep going. She explain that women are the backbone of society not men. We just keep moving forward until a job is done.
Now I have to go to work and fit some actors up with their costumes for another production I am involved in.
The photographer for the calendar shoot wants us to sign a modelling contract, but I have told Sharon I won't be signing it. I don't see the point in having a contract. As long as the pictures are protected everything should be fine.
Bless her, while we were chatting Sharon was watching a link on how to make cupcakes. Cupcakes to buy cost £1.50p each and she wanted to do something special for some people she is involved with. So she has decided to make them herself. What will this women do next?
My plastic surgeon is fantastic he wants to tweak the muscle that encases my implant. It still means my implant will have to be replaced, but for now he wants to do this forty five minute operation to relax it slightly. It will correct the balance of the breast and maybe relax it a little.
I received a message via my eldest daughter Kayleigh that my father’s estate has been settled. I spent the rest of the day and night secretly crying my heart out. Finally the hard exterior that I had in place had cracked. My husband said I was on a mission because my fists were clenched and I was wearing a line in the floor. I was so angry and frustrated over everything and all I want is to fix it, but I can’t.
I have a photo of my dad that my mother had given me on my last visit up to Redcar. She did not see the point in her keeping it. You were forever trying to please.. RIP Dad, The fight is over..
Like father, like daughter isn’t that what I do best too.