Been Told You Have Cancer
It won’t happen to you, right?
I never thought in a million years that I would get Cancer. Who does! 35, fit and healthy, never smoked, no family history of any cancer. I’ve always been extremely sporty and eaten healthy. But a week after a wonderful holiday exploring Rajasthan in India I was in the shower and accidentally brushed past by boob with my hand and something made me go back and feel a lump in my left breast. Luckily I had a doctors appointment the very same day. It was almost like I was meant to feel it. The doctor said it’s not likely to be serious but I will send you to Kings College Hospital for a check up. At Kings College hospital a week later the doctor said it is probably nothing but they will do a biopsy. This was the beginning of the end of my lifetime fear of needles!
June 12th 2012
I’m sat in the waiting room waiting for my results and a young lady before me is crying into the arms of her family. I felt so sorry for her and thought what an awful life changing situation to be in. I will never forget that scene. In I go, I tell Kevin who is with me that I can go on my own – if it happens to be bad I will call him in.
I go in and the original doctor who saw me is sat in the corner and another doctor greets me (he later turns out to be Mr Roberts, the lovely surgeon) As soon as I go in a nurse calls Mr Roberts out of the room. I notice a leaflet on the table ‘the first stages of breast Cancer’ Oh ok I thought, guess I have Cancer. Then I look on the screen and see there are a lot of notes! If it wasn’t serious I guess there wouldn’t be many notes. I try and make small talk to the other doctor talking about the pink walls!! He doesn’t seem to want to chat! mmhh I thought. I have cancer and you don’t want to talk as you know I have cancer. Finally Mr Roberts comes in and starts talking it seems like hours before he gets around to it. Finally ….. You have breast cancer! I remember staying relatively calm. I said can I get my friend Kevin. They go and get him. Next it’s quite a blur but I do remember Kevin’s hand on my knee which was a huge comfort having someone there. It was stage 2, two and a half cm lump, they think it could have been growing for the last two years, they don’t think a mastectomy is needed. But I will need surgery, chemo, radiotherapy amongst other things. It will take around a year in total. And I will lose all my hair.
Off I go in a daze, then it hits me I have to ring my Mum………..
Everything happens at such a pace you don’t really have time to stop and think. This is not good. In reality you do have time but the NHS wants to get you onto the conveyor belt of treatment as quickly as possible.
It was the London Olympics so London was a buzzing place. Over the next week I went to see an alternative healer, she gave me some magnesium oil which was going to be good to rub into my skin after surgery as it helps cell growth, strengthens the immune system, boosts energy levels as well as many other great benefits. She also advised me against chemo and especially radiotherapy, as once you have had radiotherapy you can’t have it again on the same area. It does a lot of damage to your body. After all you are being blasted with chemical warfare devices. I did consider not having chemo and radiotherapy, but I thought as well as doing it the old school way, I would also do everything I could to start living a healthy lifestyle to prevent cancer coming back again. Plus I didn’t have a year to really get to know cancer and alternative treatments so the decision had to be quickly made.