I am sure the irony of my blocked oesophagus can be lost on no-one. 25 years it took me to get on top of anorexia nervosa. I even got myself sectioned and detained against my ill it was so bad. I was not expected to live beyond my 20's , then beyond my 30's. Yet I have, with help, maintained my weight for 10 years. Now I'm fed through a tube and sucking chocolate to stay alive. If I stuff myself with chocolate and sickly milkshakes while adding 'maxijul' I may add. (I mean pure, empty calories), I may live. Professor Crisp must be reeling in his grave. Another irony is that he died in the very hospital where I receive my treatment and the staff remember him. When I told his colleague that I had this disease, he stated in clear medical terminology:-'What a bummer!'.
I have been wondering whether there is any kind of connection between the battering my body took while anorectic and getting this cancer at such a premature age and while being a non-smoker all my life but, who knows?
I guess e all look back and try to find reasons for our disease but maybe we are all just the unlucky ones in this area of life. Yet I can't help feeling I have had my fair share already.
Anorexia developed after dad'd suicide , step-dads death from heart disease and mum's 3rd marriage taking us all into an iraqie like war-zone, while mum lashed out at us over her own misfortunes in life. There is just me and my brother and his family left now. So as the oldest family member at 50 you could be right in thinking that longevity is not a family trait.
