It’s been nine years since I was woke up in intensive care in London Kings College Hospital under the lovely by care of Prof Patel. My life has taken a wild 360 degree shift since this life choice and I now work offshore, have financial stability, am undertaking my Mastees and killing it. I’m happy I’m alive but missing a boob and my uterus, ovaries and cancer. My hysterectomy has caused weight gain and my size 6 (uk 10) skinny jeans are now too tight. I need to change my diet to take in my slowing metabolism and this presents its own challenges but I’ll do it gratefully. I have had my first iron infusions in 2018. I developed extremely low Iron levels after a lifetime of very high Iron levels boardering on haemachromatosis. I have also been living with granuloma annularare ( discus rash) which is autoimmune related. This kicked into high gear the year after my DS. I assume the inflammatory response in my shrinking body creates the perfect storm. I have very intense treatment for triple negative breast cancer and that has truly terraformed me down to a cellular level. I live daily with the side effects. At any rate I’d do it all again...all of it! I hope I can get some plastics this year. I may be over on your side of the planet for this. I love and loathe my DS but without it I truly wouldn’t be here. Thank you to my beloved community who have supported and loved me through it. Here’s to many more years of fabulousness!