So after the longest 2 days of my life (apart from the two weeks I was on bedrest to keep my baby in till 36 weeks) I get an email saying there is no cancer but the results are not looking good. So in goes the 2 year old, the husband and me into the car for the big trek to Mombasa.
Then the line…..you need a lumpectomy…you need to act fast…. So back in the car and off to the surgeon…. 2 hours later, date, time and bed booked….