F*ck them!
I have something stronger in mind, because I am both raging and in tears, but I've been whapped before for swearing on here and I don't fancy it again.
But seriously. F*ck them!!!
You know what? Trying to navigate your way through a cancer diagnosis and the treatments on offer is not easy. In fact, it's bloody difficult sometimes. You're told that this is what's happening inside of your body, and then there is treatment 1, 2, 3, 4, and on. Then you're asked which route you want to take. WHO KNOWS! I'm not a medically trained person. I don't know exactly what's going on inside of me. Nor do I know exactly what all of those treatment options mean for my quality of life, what their side effects are, nor which one is best suited to me and my own individual case.
I can ask questions, I can try and glean opinions from whichever doctor/nurse/consultant I'm seeing this time, I can ask for their recommendations - and then I can make a best guess at which one is the best option, and go for it. That's all any of us can do in such a situation.
For me, I have SO MANY things going wrong at the moment that I think I must be the butt of some cosmic joke. (You can see a full rundown on my profile if you want) So there are so many things to consider and take into account with my health when making decisions about one thing or another, that it can get very complicated. Right now, I'm dealing with the womb cancer, it seems to have decided that it is the most important thing at the moment.
After a long conversation with my consultant and a speciaist nurse, we decided to go for a new treatment that looks to suppress the lining of the womb where the cancer is, rather than going for the hysterectomy. They were concerned that because of my weight and other health issues that a hysterectomy was high risk for me, as well as unnecessary due to my womb cancer staging. So that's what we've been doing, and it all was looking good. I finally stopped bleeding - had been from March to December last year, non stop - and so the signs were good that this was working. Then a couple of days before my first check up, I started to spot. Check-up showed that the polyps were back, as was the lining - not good. Biopsy of the lining showed that it was still atypical - pre-cancerous - so it needed to go to the MDT to decide what to do. They came back today to say they recommend stripping the womb again and waiting another three months to see if it works, with the medication doubled. Apparently it can take up to a year before it stops growing. However, they are concerned that I'm bleeding again - and since the last hysteroscopy I've had sharp pains in my womb, followed by gushing blood. I've asked if perhaps it's the upped medication making everything clear out - and it could be.
So, I'm not feeling great - exhausted from fabulous weekend with the family, as well as various pains and problems - and was chatting to a friend and filling her in on what was going on, just looking for a bit of support and a kind word as I was feeling a bit down. But instead what did I get? Let me show you.......
Her: I don't see why they just don't skip a step and go for the hysterectomy to begin with.
Now, that's not just me being sensitive is it? I couldn't imagine EVER saying something like that to a friend who was clearly going through a load of crap! I'm so upset right now, and there's nothing sweet and comfort foody in the house because I'm trying to lose weight!! Yay for unhealthy coping mechanisms.........
