The day I always thought I would escape.

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Hi and apologies, I’ve never written a blog or partaken in social media, but suddenly I find myself wanting to document my journey. A year ago I visited my GP with a pain in my chest, I have had stomach ulcers in the past and knew it was similar. I was put on pantopazole and when I asked about a gastroscopy, I was told not necessary. I’m a stubborn ignorant creature and I didn’t take the best care of my health, so I took the GPS advice, took my tablets and merrily went on my way. Everything improved, no more acid reflux no more pain, but I couldn’t stop taking the tablets as every symptom returned immediately. Six months in I went back for repeat prescription and asked ‘ nothing tastes the same anymore, should I have a gastroscopy?” Again no, so off I toddled. I’m 55, pretty fit, no health issues aside from this stomach issue and stress but life was really turning out bloody good. After a year I self referred for a private gastroscopy without sedation on 21st April. 4th May went to get results and as soon as the specialist said you have an ulcer I was smugly high fiving inside, like some new medical told you so genius. What I didn’t understand is when she proceeded to say the biopsies came back as suspicious of a malignancy….. I smiled and said ok and didn’t listen to anything else really, walked home, pretty sure I had dreamt it and my first pit stop was my best friend. When she asked how it went I felt sick and didn’t know what to say so I blurted out “I might have the word we don’t speak of”. She started crying and I was confused. I was certain it was a mistake and I would be completely embarrassed when I realised I had got it wrong. I need not of worried, it wasn’t a mistake…. ( sorry not a great at typing so I’ll continue in stages)

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  • That must have been a bitter sweet result  so hard to hear and difficult to understand when I got my results I found myself nodding and saying yes and out of the corner of my eye I could see my daughter crying 

  • Oh god, that would have killed me. How long ago? How are you and how did your family cope?

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  • Hi MillyE  hope your surgery goes well, and your family 

  • All went well thank you Millsey. I’m on day 3 and I’ll write more when I have the energy.