I’ve been working with Bloodwise over the last couple of months to try and raise awareness for blood cancer. Here’s one of those efforts come to fruition: CLICK HERE TO READ THE ARTICLE "It’s strange to think that I unwittingly carried my cancer for months. Perhaps even years. When those first few cells mutinied and... Continue Reading →
It’s official and unequivocal; cancer has left the building. No interference in the scan this time, so no doubt. I’m officially in remission from Stage 4 Hodgkins Lymphoma. This is going to take some time to process, but I am over the moon. I'm a cancer survivor!
At first it went unnoticed. Silent tendrils of smoke licking at the walls, and small flames creeping their way through each room. By the time it was caught the inferno had a firm grip and was raging uncontrollably, wreaking immeasurable damage throughout the place I called home.
Ever fancied a litmus test for your friendships? Then may I recommend a cancer diagnosis. You'll be surprised, I guarantee it.
Hopefully a relatively short update today just to bring everyone up to speed and to get back into the swing of things. Hah, yeah right.
You may remember my jubilant post about the good news we received following my mid-way PET-CT scan. Turns out things may not be so clear cut as we were first led to believe.
UPDATE: Sadly it seems it’s not as clear cut as we thought. In the last blog post I bemoaned the feelings of scanxiety around my first check up PET-CT scan since my chemotherapy began. Well, I'm not worried anymore. We have the results.
Yesterday my parents and I attended something referred to as a 'Confirmation of Consent' meeting with my absolute babe of a Nurse Specialist, Theresa. Sadly this wasn't some sort of disruptive feminist workshop, but a medical appointment about chemotherapy. The point of the session is to run through your cancer treatment plan, its side effects and risks, answer any questions you may have and then finally get your permission to start poisoning you for your own benefit.
Whenever I have had to have an injection, I've tried to rationalise my fear by telling myself "it could be so much worse - sure, the 'flu jab is scary, but it's not like it's a bone marrow biopsy or anything". The idea of that particular procedure terrified me so much that everything else paled in comparison, and I was just glad I never had to face it. Until I did have to face it.
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