27th December 2013
Not the best Christmas really, felt really lousy with a chest infection and spent the majority of Christmas Day in bed. No better on Boxing Day so ended up in The Royal Berks A & E; had the usual checks done and was about clear to leave when the Consultant Haematologist came to see me. White blood count was quite high and he wanted to re-test my blood; I was admitted and the next morning was when I received my diagnosis, Chronic Myeloid Leukaemia. Except you don't hear the Chronic Myeloid bit, just that word, Leukaemia and you think there must be a mistake in the laboratory or something, anything other than this. Then the tears started flowing, quite silently, not for me but for my two little boys. I was desperate for them not to have to grow up without their Dad!
Then started a mad couple of weeks of information overload, bone marrow biopsy (what a laugh that is...) and worry. You still don't get past the 'L' word but I had lots of reassurance from the hospital that if I was to get Leukaemia then this was the type to have. Then I was given my first box of Magic Bullets.