Ok …I’m now over 6 years out from the most terrifyling experience of my life…
Initially I was told’low grade, small tumour, no need for chemo’ that changed to grade 3 tumour, bigger than expected, and 3 out of 24 nodes involved…chemo a must…
I planned my funeral after googling far too much…and sitting in the chair waiting for my first chemo…just wanted to run…but then thought ‘if all these kids can go thro’ this…then I can too’.
It honestly wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be…the worst part for me was befriending some folks going thro’ chemo with me & they didn’t make it…some just gave up…and that’s so sad…it’s not pleasant, no, but just keep your head down and get through the treatment…it’s worth it.
Now? I’m over 6 years out…my hospital bag (and my wig) are still on top of the wardrobe (I won’t tempt providence)…
What’s happened in those 6 years? If I’m honest it took a year or 18 months before I felt OK…but it didn’t take that long to start looking at my social life again…I was out…
I have an admission too…I forgot my 6 year anniversary…that’s got to be good news…