Any questions so far?
You betcha! Firstly, how about… am I going to die? … is it in the other boob? … indeed where the hell else is it?… how did this happen? … and what are we going to do about it? Oh, yes…and WHY THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN TO ME?
The next round of tests is designed to shed some light on most of these, but that final question is one that just keeps on coming up until you either find out that it’s in your genes, or if not, resign yourself to the fact that as crap as it is, it just is. Sh*t happens, and as unfair as it is, it has happened to you. Now you need to pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and get ready for the next stage of the ride. Feel free to have as many tantrums and meltdowns as you need to along the way – no one will blame you, and in fact you will find that you will get away with acting like a 2 year old far more now than you would have before all this happened.