September 22, 2023
I haven’t posted for a while. Life is good and I’m just getting on with it.
Yesterday
Today was an especially good day
Five years ago, bar one week, I stood in Mr Kittur's man’s office at The Morriston Hospital and told him I had cancer. Today he discharged me from routine review.
Very self effacing, he said he hadn’t done anything and it was all down to oncology. This is daft. He was the one who believed my diagnosis despite there being little to see, the one who ordered my diagnostic MRI which was the start of saving my life and the one who shared looking after me with Mr Banner from The Singleton Hospital. I am forever grateful that both of them continued their care and didn’t pack me off to an unfamiliar consultant in Carmarthen after my radiotherapy was done.
So that’s one consultant down, one to go ……. in March. I made him promise to pop himself into oncology then to say goodbye.
It’s been a journey….I have three months to write my Oscar speech
My CNS was there in clinic too. She has been brilliant, always on the end of the phone or email to put my mind at rest or refer my worry upwards. These Head and Neck Cancer specialist nurses are the unsung heroes of the team.
It was a very emotional moment and I had to go for a short walk to clear my head before going back to Stan in the car.
So life continues, sweeter than ever, life after a death sentence, illustrating not only the wonders of science, the dedication of the ones that cure you, seen and unseen, but the indomitability of the human spirit
