I'd not been feeling well for a long time suffering from colds and tiredness, I'd put it down to age, working in a school and basically my lifestyle. The tiredness was getting worse and after noticing that a gland on my neck had got bigger I decided to go and see my Gp, after numerous blood tests I was called in to the surgery.
I can remember feeling numb when she told me the news that I had chronic lymphocytic leukaemia (CLL).
I also remember feeling the tears rolling down my face and just saying to her "that's cancer".
I was sent to the hospital for more blood tests and a CT scan and a week later when I saw my consultant and he confirmed that I had CLL which is mainly common in old, white men (I am a 43yr old asian female) and the next step was to 'Watch and Wait'.
Watch and Wait, I wanted to scream and cry but I have cancer and your not treating me! It was hard to accept that I was not being treated when I felt so ill and tired, I went for regular check ups and each time my condition had got worse all I could think about was leukaemia.
I had thought the CLL was the worse thing to happen to me but it wasn't, 4 months after being diagnosed my dad was rushed into hospital and sadly after 4 days he passed away, this was what real pain felt like, my dad, my hero had left me.
After loosing dad I knew my condition had got worse, the night sweats, the tiredness, my neck was swollen, a day after my dad's funeral I went to see my consultant who confirmed that my cell count had more than doubled and we needed to discuss treatment, after a biopsy we decided to start treatment. My treatment was 6 months of chemotherapy (FCR), not easy but all I could think about was my dad and it felt like he had given me the strength to fight and win. It wasn't easy, I ended up in hospital twice with infections and suffered with ulcers and sickness, at times I just felt like giving up but I kept going ticking off each day has it came and each time I had a bad day I thought of my dad and just had to look at my children to know i was going to beat it.
I tried to keep busy and I guess you find out who your true friends and family are, it's surprising how people react, one close friend decided to do something positive and raise money for lymphoma by holding a concert in her village hall and even though I couldn't go I decide to write to company's asking for raffle prizes. We managed to raise over £500.
My last chemo was in July 2015 and after another CT scan I was told in August that I was in remission, I can remember crying with happiness and the relief is just hard to describe.
9 months after chemo, I'm back at work, I can do jobs without feeling tired and I'm not in bed for 9pm and the best news I've had from my consultant is that there is no detectable CLL in my latest blood test.
I know the CLL can come back at any time but I am hoping to go on to trial a drug which could give me a longer period in remission and I just take each day has it comes and try to keep positive.
I have made the nicest friends along my journey and I just wanted to say thank you to all the staff at the hospital for looking after me, my friends and family especially my husband and children who kept me going, gave me the support I needed, because I know it wasn't easy for anyone.
The only advice I can give to anyone is to, keep positive, keep smiling and don't give up!
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