After a hectic sports weekend with swimming gala and kiddie triathlon, last Monday saw us up at 3am to leave at 4am to get to the airport for our three flights to Cape Town. Kilimanjaro to Nairobi, only a 45 minute flight and we saw amazing views of Mount Kilimanjaro rising above the clouds. It really is a very very big mountain. At Nairobi we boarded our flight at the stated time, ready for the next leg to Johannesburg. Unfortunately, they had a problem with the air traffic controllers, so we had to wait on the runway in a queue for an hour and a half. Luckily, the plane wasn't full so I could stretch out next to me and sleep for the period we were delayed. Unfortunately, that meant that we were an hour and a half late getting into Johannesburg, so instead of grabbing a quick lunch at the airport Spur Steakhouse, we had 20 minutes to run from the International Arrival terminal to the Domestic Arrival Terminal. Everybody said we wouldn't make it, but we did, arriving huffing and puffing, stinking with sweat, ready to board. Of course, there was no way that they could remove our luggage from Air Kenya and load it onto Comair in 20 minutes, so we arrived in Cape Town without our luggage. This is getting to be a bit of a habit for us. My Mom took us shopping for clothes until our luggage arrived, so that was a bonus. It did arrive the next day, we collected it and hired a car, a little KIA with enough boot space to hide a mouse and that's all.
Wednesday I saw the breast specialist and he found a problem with my 'healthy' left breast. Two fine needle biopsies later, two mammograms, several ultrasounds and the results were still worringly inconclusive. Seven years ago almost to the day, I went through all of this with the right breast, ending up with a diagnosis of two kinds of cancer and a tramflap mastectomy. I'm not sure I can mentally and emotionally go through all of that again. I do feel like hitting well-meaning people who tell me I'm strong and can handle it, when they weren't there the first time and never witnessed what it was like, and never experienced it themselves. I've decided to wait until after Christmas for the core biopsy they want to do, where they remove some of the tissue. With friends visiting, I don't want to ruin Christmas.
Sunday we had one of those eaarly family Christmas lunches, the ones you do when you have step-siblings. Two families, you only can spend Christmas day with one of them. It is hard.
Off to explore the wine route today! Hic!