Tuesday 20 October 2009. The day I was told I had cancer. The day I stepped on the rollercoaster for the most difficult and draining ride of my life.
I didn't have many symptoms that alerted me to having a serious health problem and to be honest, they could have been easily missed had I been a less diligent person. I was lucky to have a fabulous G.P. who referred me to a Gynaecologist and few weeks later I was having…
January was meant to be my recovery-from-surgery time, as well as my getting-strong-for-radiotherapy time, but seeing as I am so damn difficult, I couldn’t do that could I? I woke up on January 1st after an alcohol-free day before, feeling like I had a hangover. I felt awful and spent most of the day in bed. I was feeling so bad (I had a temp of almost 40oC and a heart rate of over 130bpm) that I called the doctor…
