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And so it came to pass that the single duct had been found  and removed and I had a tiny scar. Not that I could see it initially as I had dressings galore. I then discovered I was actually allergic to silcone dressings - good job I wasn't in line for a breast enhancement. The irritation caused some opening of the skin - thankfully not on the actual scar, but around it and I ended up visiting the local surgery for a nurse to remove the dressings and change the thinking around that.  Despite being told I would have to keep up the codeine to stop the pain coming back, that Fentanyl had done the trick and although I took a few tablets, something told me I was going to be ok and so it proved. I now have a huge jar of codeine and an entire bottle of laxative hidden away! I dutifully wore my bras 24/7 - well I obviously changed them frequently, ie daily - and this was not as onerous as I had imagined. I did g and buy a sexy leopard print number from 'cosabella' which slipped over ...

My apologies for not concluding my duct removal story and forgive a truncated version of it now. The late newsreader Peter Sissons used to say "You couldn't make it up" and that might be a fair comment upon the next stage of the processes.  After failing by the vegetables I got home and found solace and comfort in reaching out to friends. It is amazing how a few words here and there can be so helpful. useful for us all to know that although we may feel we are doing nothing to help at all, in fact even just engaging and providing solidarity means a lot to the recipient. You even gain strength from re-reading those words. Words are indeed powerful. Over the next few weeks I was called in to be further assessed and in a way this got me more used to the shock of this unexpected moment with my body. They didn't install a guider thingy - a fabulous tool which is activated by the surgeon to locate exactly where the offending duct lies. It turns out mine was very close to the...