Hi everybody. As the title says, I’m a scared husband just looking to put my feelings down, I hope you don’t mind.
Our story must be recognised by many of you. My wife and I are in our late 50’s, just retired, and we live(d) a very content, happy life in an idyllic part of the country. Like everyone we have our ups and downs, but the word ‘cancer’ never came into our lives. Oh yes, it swirled around out there…we have friends and relatives who have been effected by cancer, but we never dreamed it would come along and hit us directly.
And then, suddenly.
A normal, standard mammogram…quickly forgotten about…leads to a letter inviting my wife for further checks because the results were ‘unclear’. So a few days ago, we both went to the breast screening centre for these further tests. Still nothing to worry about, and neither of us believed anything could be wrong…until the point 2 hours later where I was invited join my wife in a room with the consultant and another nurse.
‘Mrs XXX, the tests have shown a 1.5cm mass in your left breast. A biopsy has been taken and you’ll receive the results in 2 weeks, but we are 99% certain that this is cancer. At the moment, we no indication of spread to the lymph nodes’.
And just like that, our life changed forever. Or it feels like it has.
We came home in a daze, and a few days later we’re still seeing the world through the lens of these words…nothing looks or feels the same as it was before. You look at information on the internet, then you stop because it tortures you. And then you go back to it. The minutes drag past and you hold each other, each of us hoping that we’ll somehow open our eyes and it won’t be real…but of course, it is. And we both do a lot of crying.
And worst of all, and exaggerated by the fact that you both can’t say it, you can’t get the words ‘death sentence’ out of your head. My wife is out at the moment meeting friends, which will do her good, and I suddenly look at our empty house in a different way…it’s terrifying.
But we know that we have to keep moving forward. The next step being the biopsy results and a more complete diagnosis in 10 days or so. The internet, for all of its ability to torture your mind, also throws up wonderful websites like this…believe me, I’ve looked at many of your stories and I’m in awe of your courage and resilience.
So there you go. I’m not sure what I wanted from posting this, other than to talk. The inner child in me desperately wants someone to say, ‘it’ll be all right, the cancer will go and never come back, and you’ll both live long and happy lives together’.
But I know there are no guarantees, and that makes it hard.
But anyway, if anyone has read this far and is still listening, thank you.