Health

Week 12- Things Can Only Get Better…

I wonder whatever happened to D’ream?  That was a song and a half- the theme song of a new Labour government in 1997…if only we knew then what we know now… but I digress…

After having all my lymph nodes removed, I then had a week of recovery before returning to see my consultant to get yet another updated diagnosis based on the results of this latest surgery.

Oh when the cancer marches on…

The results were that yet more cancer had been found in two more lymph nodes.  Ho hum. It may sound bizarre, but I was quite pleased about this in a very bizarre way.  It meant that a surgery which would now require me to be ultra-careful with my left arm for the rest of my life- such as trying to avoid cuts, mosquito bites and anything else that could generate a ‘reaction’ from my system resulting in lymph being delivered to the injured site but unable to get out, had not been in vain.  Strange, yes, I know.

My other reaction was, and still is, that this extra speckle of cancer had not been picked up on my full body scan, so my joyous ‘the cancer hadn’t spread’ earlier reaction to the full body scan results had been short lived, all in all.  Bugger.

What this effectively meant was that I was in all likelihood at my next appointment with the Chemo doctor, going to be told that I was going to get nuked.  Well and truly nuked.

It seems strange to me now, looking back 12 weeks previously, that it appeared that a little lumpectomy and a bit of radiation would shift this thing and then life would carry on regardless (really hitting the 90’s pop songs this morning-name that tune).  Now, 12 weeks on, I had a total of 8 different bits of cancer, had my boob chopped off, lymph nodes removed, and what was going to be done by Christmas was likely to last much longer and involve me having a very cold head for the majority of our fairly hardcore alpine winter.

It’s a little bit ironic, don’t you think? (sorry, couldn’t resist..)..and yes, I am aware that the song had nothing to do with irony and nor has my extra bit of cancer…

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