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2nd October 2015. My best friend's 29th birthday. Instead of celebrating it with her, I was sat in the ENT room along with my partner and mum being told I had high-grade non-hodgkin's lymphoma. The exact type unknown; apparently there are over 120 different varieties! The biopsy has now been sent off to a specialist unit and who knows when we will hear more.
Even though I had prepared myself for this news (yes, I did the dreaded googling), the diagnosis still came as a shock given the ENT...
My husband has been diagnosed with throat cancer ad due to start treatment at the ed of the month, after havig 4 teeth out and a feedig tube in. He also has COPD ad used three different inhalers a day and gets very tired now and has a poor apetite now. How is this going to affect him
I got invited to my first mammogram recently - the age group has been expanded to include 47 - 50. I didn't get that worried when I was called back as I entirely expected to have another mammogram, maybe an ultrasound and be told everything was fine. By time I got to having a biopsy I was starting to get a little worried. The 2 weeks waiting for results was excrutiating, but I never honestly thought I would be called into my appointment for the results to be told anything other than you just have...
Evening to all. My mom was diagnosed with a breast cancer just over a year ago and had mastectomy. Last month she told me that they found metastasis in her liver and today she got confirmed that she's got it in her bones. She lives in Moscow and I haven't seen her for 15 months now but after recent news coming to visit her in a couple of weeks.
She's trying to be strong for me as I'm expecting a baby and I'm doing the same for her and just not sure if we are doing a right think as feels like...
Tick Tock, Tick Tock...
The countdown has begun. I had my scan today (despite going to the wrong hospital - chemo brain) to see how the cancer has responded to my chemotherapy course which I started back in June of this year.
It seems to have been forever but of course it hasn't been. Naturally I am very nervous. Very nervous indeed. This past week has been hard mentally for all of us. We all seem to have hit an emotional wall.
I have been longing for this last treatment to pass for a while now...
After my first appointment I told my children. I didn't want them to hear me discussing my diagnosis in hushed tones with other people and felt I owed them the truth at the earliest possible stage.
When my 13 year old came home from school I told her the news. I said I had been to the hospital and that i had breast cancer, that it was very small and treatable and that although it would be a tough six months, we would get through and I would be ok. She asked me if I would lose my hair and when...
so, the first week relatively flew by and 2 more chemo drugs on day8 followed by home injections for 9-13.
so the usual parking nightmare, sit for 10 mins queueing for the smallest car park but on time for chemo. Issue putting cannula into hand and so second attempt done on inner fore arm. To think I was blacking out at the sight of a needle a few years ago, this has helped me get over one fear. All smooth from there and out pretty much within 90 mins much more positive than before.
Day 9 last minute...
Hi everyone things have really been up and down for me lately. Heading to doctors on Monday as I've found a lump in my lower stomach but fingers crossed that it is nothing.
Will the time ever come when I stop thinking that every pain and every lump is the cancer spreading. The mind is an amazing thing but it is also a major pain in the ass. Even though things happen and you know it's fine the other part of the mind just won't let it be. It is times like this when I think I am going mad and...
That is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
That really is the question. Do we take what life deals us with lying down or do we roll up our sleeves when the going gets tough and throw a few punches? With the help of a Macmillan nurse (who should be beatified in my opinion), I delivered a literary boff to the hooter.
This week things all got a bit too much. The sense of hopelessness over my...
