The "L" word
The few months leading to my diagnosis had been very tiring and stressful and that is just what I thought was wrong with me, however, the fatigue was getting worse, I was struggling to complete our usual dog walks and I felt truly exhausted at the end of each day. The painful mouth ulcers that I had been suffering with showed no sign of clearing so I eventually decided on a trip to the doctors, maybe I needed a "tonic".
The Monday doctors appointment lead to a prescription for anti depressants but I asked the doctor if I could have some blood tests, thank goodness I did. The blood tests were done the following day and then Thursday evening I received a phone call from go to doc who told me I must go immediately to my local A&E department as my blood count was seriously low. I was shocked but thought I maybe needed some iron tablets or the like.
I was admitted that evening and underwent an emergency blood transfusion, the following couple of weeks were taken up with scans, an endoscopy, blood tests and some head scratching. The haematology consultant went on holiday the day after I was admitted but had made a passing remark suggesting blood cancer, I immediately burst into tears the moment he left my bedside but I think from that moment I knew at the back of my mind that it was the dreaded C word.