My name is Jenny and I am 26 years old from Scotland. I have never written a blog before and don't really know where to begin or what to include but I have a story and its one I would like to share.....
I was diagnosed with Cervical cancer stage 2b in Septemer 2012 (not long after my 25th birthday). The irony here is it was my mothers gynaecologist,when she was having me, that diagnosed me. He helped to bring me safely into the world and now he is telling me news that could end my life at the age of 25. When he told me it was cancer I just stared at a box of tissues he had sitting on a shelf. After what seemed like hours my mum asked the all important question; "is there anything you can do?" and thankfully for me the answer was YES!
After the appointment I had blood tests taken and my mum and I were given some time to talk/think/cry our hearts out...... How could I have cancer at this age, what had I done to deserve this?! The drive home is a blur to me, but I remember my mum saying "it's alright to cry you know". I went into the house and told my dad I had cancer. Just like that, as if I was telling him what I wanted for my dinner. He collapsed on the chair and looked like he was going to pass out. But even then the seriuosness of the situation didn't even hit me. That night my dad and I went up the pub and my mum went to meet friends. I made my parents promise not to say anything as I just wanted to have a normal night; I knew over the next few days the news would be gossip all over the village. Its fair to say I enjoyed my cider and blackcurrent that night but when it came to bed time my mind couldn't switch off and thats when Mr 'Google' entered the scene.....
