So where to begin. Oh yeah I have cancer, that’s a good place right? That thing you think will happen to someone else is happening to me. Me, a single 33 yr old, marketing manager with amazing family and friends, a full social diary for the next few months and the rest of my life stretching out ahead of me. But lets take one step at a time and head back to where it all started…
February 2015 is where it all began and a pesky little lump on my left collarbone. Mmm I though, probably something the physio has done while she was pummeling my supposedly dodgy left shoulder muscle. Anyway fast forward a couple of months and the lump isn’t really bigger but clearly more define. I ask my phsyio about it at my next appointment and she’s like ‘best get it checked out by your GP, we don’t want to make whatever it is worse’.
So I call my GP and ask for an appointment expecting to be told ‘well is it urgent? We can fit you in a year next Wednesday’ don’t get me wrong the NHS have been fantastic over the last few months but trying to get an appointment at my GP’s can sometimes be like getting blood from a stone. I actually get told we’ve had a cancellation, we can fit you in tomorrow afternoon. Wow I think and on Friday 29th May I’m sitting in front of my GP giving her a blow-by-blow account of when I noticed it, how does it feel, has it changed, etc, etc. I’ve come to learn that I can answers these question now without having to think about them!
My lovely GP refers me for blood tests and an ultrasound both of which come back showing something but she’s not sure what so it’s off to the hospital for a hematology consultation, more bloods, and ENT consultation, a biopsy and finally an MRI. All these tests results in an appointment on Monday 17th August where I’m told you have Hodgkin lymphoma.
I knew it was coming. I’ve spent the last couple of months on more forums than you can shake a stick at and Dr Google has become my best friend and worst enemy. I do not recommend Dr Google he can be evil at times and can make you think all sorts of things, everything he made me question and worry about have all turned out to be compete rubbish!
Next for me is my PET scan (this Wednesday) to find out if and how far my little friend has spread. So here starts my cancer road trip, join me if you want. I think it’s going to be one hell of a trip!