It’s two years since my incurable cancer diagnosis – and I got a grim surprise | UK | News

Two years have passed since I thought a woman would lift my ass – two years. At that time I was nailed to NHS’s paths, and if a doctor’s name appeared in letters, I thought it would be those who participated in a procedure. Instead, he was a man who enjoyed adding a small camera to my rectum to see what happened. It was colonoscopy.

Later, people asked me how he felt when the camera moved along the intestinal parts. I explained that the camera did not go too far since it could not pass a huge tumor. I can’t remember the size, but it was the biggest thing I’ve ever seen. One of the medical teams described it as “ominous”, so I shouldn’t be surprised when I was told to have an irrepressible intestinal cancer after one or two days.

The ominous nature of the tumor showed me the difference between the two hospital teams in just a few miles.

The team in the hospital where I was diagnosed did not seem far from the fact that cancer would kill me. The team in the hospital, I love to focus on long -term life and don’t tell you how long I can stay.

But yes, when I diagnose cancer this week, it points to its two -year anniversary. I am pleased to get my prescriptions for free at that time. I also focused on a few private stories I wanted to write – they never written.

I remember sending a message to share the news to a friend, because a shared problem draws attention and I hope I hope that my time will not last too much.

How naive I was. The continuous cycle of making an appointment and then after the appointments seizes most of my life.

Officially short this time. It shows that I stayed for only three years to experience statistics, and only 11% of my situation lasts more than five years.

But no one gave me any time I should make a reservation of an ice cream minibus for my online passwords and my funeral party.

Instead, I do the best to fight the disease by eating a large number of mini cheddar on the days of treatment.

Last summer, they will be happy to learn taxpayers, they stopped giving me a really expensive medicine, which contains platinum. It was a dangerous monster that gave me a gift of osteoperosis to me a few times.

Instead, I now have expensive medicines while drinking orange pumpkin and I try to behave like chicken mayonnaise sandwiches.

I also met the doctor I mentioned last summer at the beginning of this article.

He entered the room I was lying, announced that he had a consultant and said something in the line “I will stick my finger under my finger now.”

He put a camera there to see what was going on from now on. It was Sigmoidoscopy and the room was a medical treatment area in the hospital.

I remember the pain because I was not calm. And I remember that the big tumor I saw the previous year has changed its location with a scar tissue, because my body fought to kick it.

Now I am encountering a new war, because one last screening has detected “undesirable activity” at the top of the spine.

This is miles away from my original main tumor, so you can cancer on the walk or something completely different.

I had another scanning to see what the first scan said, and the crossing of the fingers should get the results next week.

What a way to commemorate my two -year cancer anniversary.