I think we were both more nervous going back for this second ultra sound than we were the first time. Thankfully parking at Warwick was fine (it can literally be the most stressful thing about going to that hospital) and we dashed down the corridor to the Helen Clark suite.

We were immediately seen and the consultant who explained that he could see a mark on my mammogram that he wanted to investigate further but he couldn’t see it on the ultrasound images. He wanted to do another ultrasound to see if he could find it. Out came the jelly (and my boobs again) and he looked again but still couldn’t find it. He concluded that if it couldn’t be seen by ultrasound it was very likely something benign like a fibroid that looked a lot like breast tissue and therefore couldn’t be seen via ultrasound. He then said that it was probably safest to get it checked out which meant a biopsy. This needed to be at Walsgrave as it was likely that it would need to be done via mammogram and they didn’t do that at Warwick. He assured me that my case would be discussed by the team on Monday afternoon and we would then more than likely be invited for a biopsy at Walsgrave. You know when you find something funny in a not so funny situation (think it’s probably nerves) well Dave just kept saying ‘your tits are going to be discussed at a meeting’ – which kept us both amused.

So we left the unit for a second time, considerably less elated than earlier in the day but still thinking the whole process was just precautionary and it was just a case of eliminating cancer from their enquiries.

It was August the 9th and we were due to go to Cyprus on the 18th August to meet friends, so I decided to put this to the back of my mind and carry on living life to the full……just in case.