Well here I am – 1 year on from discovering my ‘lump’ and the start of ‘My Journey’ on what has undoubtedly been the toughest year of my life. During the past 12 months I have lost count of the various appointments I have had with my GP, the West Suffolk Hospital and the BMI Hospital in Bury St Edmunds, the Norfolk & Norwich University Hospital and Addenbrooke’s in Cambridge, as well as the number of hours spent, and the countless miles hubby and I have travelled. My treatment is not finished yet as I still have another 11 doses of herceptin to be administered at 3 weekly intervals with the next one being on Wednesday 14th of March. This entails a 6 hour appointment as I have to be ‘reloaded’ due to having to have my treatment halted whilst I recover from my recent operation at Addenbrooke’s. The cyst that was removed was picked up on my routine CT scan and was found to be of no significance but getting over, what I have been told, was major surgery is taking some time. It was not associated with the breast cancer, and may have remained with me forever without ever causing a problem, but better out than in for my peace of mind. Although Addenbrooke’s would have discharged me, they gave me the option of returning in a year’s time for a CT scan which I have opted for. I will remain under the care of the West Suffolk Hospital for a number of years yet, even after my herceptin treatment has finished this autumn, but at least my appointments will eventually be spaced at longer intervals than I am currently accustomed to.
Over the past year I have witnessed a side of life that I was previously ignorant of, and I have been humbled by the kindness shown to me by my family, friends and colleagues as well as the medical profession. I was accompanied to theatre at Addenbrooke’s by a nurse who was undergoing chemotherapy herself and she was just beginning to lose her hair. I had to laugh when she told me that she thought that I had a ‘funky hair style’, but then the pair of us were in tears when she told me that her cancer had spread to her bones. No matter how tough a blow you think you have been dealt, there is always somebody undergoing far worse than yourself.
I have met so many lovely people along the way, and made so many new friends too, which is a positive outcome I wasn’t expecting.
So it is now 1 year on, and hopefully my life will soon return to its normal boring, hum-drum routine, and that is just the way I want it to be. Maybe not quite as normal as it was a year ago, but at least with a focus on things other than my treatment.
What I have learned over this year is that we must do things now whilst we have the time and the ability to do so, instead of putting them off, for sometimes tomorrow never comes. Too often daily life and work get in the way of what we would prefer to be doing with our time and energies. I have decided that from now onwards I will make a real effort to find the time to see the people in life who really matter to me, and to do all the things that I really want to do.
So to all of you who may just be starting out on your ‘Journey’ please remember that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, and no matter what treatment you have to endure you will meet it head on and come out the other side. I have had a mx with reconstruction, 3 FEC and 3 Docetaxel chemo sessions, 15 radiotherapies, a portacath inserted, herceptin as well as my recent op so the ‘Full Monty’ for me as far as my treatment is concerned.
It is ‘doable’ and if I can do it, then I am sure that you can too.
With much love
Mazzalou xxx