You are probably a bright person & will guess immediately that I have changed my name. This is not because cancer is a dreadful secret which must be locked away & never spoken of (at least by me)
It is in fact to protect the competent & the not-so’s health professionals I have & will come into contact with on my Rollercoaster Ride (I refuse to call it a journey) , but my family & friends as well as me!
To save your precious time, I think I should start by telling you about the purpose of my blog. That way, if it doesn’t interest you, you can go back to looking at pictures of kittens… or if you are reading this when you should be working & the boss hooves into view, just make sure when you click away that it isn’t to a picture of kittens. Sorry bit of a diversion moment there; back to the plot.
So, the not so good news is that 3 days ago I was diagnosed with Endometrial (Womb/Uterus) Cancer – Stage 1 (more of this in a later blog), and the good news is that 3 days ago I was diagnosed with Endometrial Cancer. Now I realise that the last half that statement might seem odd to some of you, but trust me, if you have to have it, then Stage 1 is like someone giving you their last ROLO.
When Mother Nature (or whoever your personal faith deity is) made we women she must have been having PMT & decided to make the rest of us share the experience: puberty, the fertile years & pre & post menopausal can certainly be challenging as well as exciting, complete with blood, sweat & tears – literally. Her one gift to us women of a certain age is that, once you start bleeding when you aren’t supposed to anymore, it should make you calmly (Because it won’t always be cancer) make an appointment to see your GP as soon as you can. Trust me; I’m a Nurse (seriously).
In the following euphoric highs & disappointing lows of the Rollercoaster ride I hope you will join me, I plan to:
- Highlight the brilliant things about our precious NHS.
- Question some of the seemingly antiquated & resulting impractical & often frustrating rites, rituals & rules that still persist.
- Provide a Holly Berry Rough Guide to Coping with the necessary, while attempting to keep things normal & sane for yourself & others.
- And perhaps point those who want towards some credible & safe resources about cancer in general.
- Everything I recount will be as accurate & true as I can make it.
- No individual will be named without their express permission & only by their initials.
- This isn’t a pity me exercise & I really hope that you will laugh with me at the things that make me laugh.
- If you want to leave comments then I will remove any identifiable information before I publish them.
- If you’d like to have a Cheerleader Nickname, then do let me know in your first comment please!
So, just before I sign off – you don’t have to have cancer, know anyone who has cancer, be female or work in the NHS to read this blog: I’m just inviting you to join me on the Other Side of the Looking Glass to where I stand normally & perhaps see it through this one person’s eyes (because cancer is like people in that everyone is unique).
Catch you next time when I will tell you amongst other things, that there is nothing to worry about. Probably.