Amanda found her lump a couple of weeks before we went snowboarding. I had the uneasy honour of feeling it's nasty, uninvited and unwelcome presence during that same trip. She went to the nurse a couple of weeks after we returned, she gave a squeeze and the breast gave a sneeze. Discharge, a good indicator of a cyst. Magic! I dropped my wonderful wife off at the hospital the following Tuesday, so they could check it out, and sort her with some antibiotics. An hour and half later, I received the phone call to 'not pick her up' as she felt like walking, as she'd had bad news.... No way was she walking. I leapt into the less than manly Smart Car, like a knight mounting his trusty stead. The only difference was that I was whimpering, and sobbing a bit, having a pretty good idea of what Amanda had just been told. The Smart Car wasn't used to it's wheels leaving the ground on speed bumps (I'm not advocating hitting speed bumps at 20mph, they are there for a very good reason... but these were unusual circumstances! Still no excuses... Please write all letters of complaint to Mr Steve Prentice of 10 Denbigh Close, Banbury, Oxfordshire.) By the time I reached her, she'd made the traffic lights between Banbury House Hotel and the Horton... I pulled up and she got in. We both got pretty sad and upset. We cancelled her clients for the day, and went for a long, slow walk by a lovely lake a few miles from here. This was the alternative choice to heading to the pub and getting smashed, we felt this was a little self destructive.
So that's it, the battle began.
Me? I'm just this wonderful lady's husband. I'm here to back her up on all her decisions (nearly all of them!), and pick her up when she's feeling low, and hold her when she's feeling scared.
