As I sit and write this, my husband is in Mr Fixit mood - he's busying himself around the house, putting up pictures, changing old batteries, watering the plants. He looks wonderful - you would never in the world know or think that he has just been diagnosed with locally advanced bladder cancer. He went to the Dr's because he had a gallstone attack. They did a scan, did a urine test and lo and behold, forget the gallstones (which are there), he has cancer. The cancer has already broken through the bladder wall so the only option is removal. It amazes me that he's hardly had a day off sick in his life and certainly he had no bladder cancer symptoms - there was no warning at all.
He starts the chemo on Monday and quite honestly it has made me feel more positive. It makes me think that we are at least giving tommy tumours a run for their money. We are doing something at last. The wait for chemo has been the worst... you just want to get on with killing it. I feel so helpless....
I had a good sob when we were first told the news. I'm now trying to be strong but it's so hard. I know we have a long road ahead of us and we will get there... I promise you!
Hugs to everyone
T
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