More good news from me. I had an appointment with my oncologist today, and she reaffirmed what the surgeon said last week, I'm doing fine. Furthermore, the next appointment I have with her, in four months, might be the last time I need to see her, pending some tests. And I'd be able to stop taking the estrogen inhibitor she has me taking.
The day before yesterday, I used my NHS colon cancer screening kit. As I observed on Arsebook, I didn't expect that a privilege of reaching this age would be putting my shit into a postbox.
Accosted by sweet young woman in a supermarket yesterday, who was publicising a breast cancer charity. As it happens, one where my best friend's daughter works. It does indeed offer lots of information and resources, but I'm not sure how much I really want to know. I don't want to think of myself as 'cancer patient', just as my normal self, temporarily (hopefully) inconvenienced.
I can understand that. When I was rung last year by the surgeon and told I had a pre-cancerous condition and that I needed a hysterectomy I held on to the pre part of that description and her assurance that ovarian cancers tend to be slow growing.
After the hysterectomy she rung and said that no cancer had been found.
I lived two years with a misdiagnosis of leukemia. Attended interesting meetings . I was relieved when after more blood test it was, so the medics said, a misdiagnosis. Hurrah! ... but the fear remains.
Happy to hear that @NicoleMR. I too had satisfactory scans followed by my annual visit to the radiation oncologist at the end of last year, so that makes it three years of nothing to see here.
Reading through, variously cursing (because it's Hell), praying, and giving thanks depending on the news. My own CA is having a quiet time right now, but our prayer list is full of pain and grief.
I lived two years with a misdiagnosis of leukemia. Attended interesting meetings . I was relieved when after more blood test it was, so the medics said, a misdiagnosis. Hurrah! ... but the fear remains.
I can hardly imagine those two years for you and the incredible feeling at the end of it. The day I received the diagnosis will be the clearest of memories for as long as I live, and while the diagnosis was right, and the prognosis (eventually) wrong, that moment changes your life. The surgeon who made the diagnosis - a good friend - was the same age as me and has since died. Still a turmoil of feelings there.
I lived two years with a misdiagnosis of leukemia. Attended interesting meetings . I was relieved when after more blood test it was, so the medics said, a misdiagnosis. Hurrah! ... but the fear remains.
I can hardly imagine those two years for you and the incredible feeling at the end of it. The day I received the diagnosis will be the clearest of memories for as long as I live, and while the diagnosis was right, and the prognosis (eventually) wrong, that moment changes your life. The surgeon who made the diagnosis - a good friend - was the same age as me and has since died. Still a turmoil of feelings there.
Golly! For me, at the time, the heart was much more of a concern.
But, like you, I'm still here. If only just .......
My partner recently had the one-year-after-the-three-months-after cancerous kidney removal scans and tests, and he came up all clear. He has a referral to see a nephrologist, not out of a specific concern but just to keep an expert set of eyes on his remaining kidney.
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The day before yesterday, I used my NHS colon cancer screening kit. As I observed on Arsebook, I didn't expect that a privilege of reaching this age would be putting my shit into a postbox.
After the hysterectomy she rung and said that no cancer had been found.
Happy dance time.
I can hardly imagine those two years for you and the incredible feeling at the end of it. The day I received the diagnosis will be the clearest of memories for as long as I live, and while the diagnosis was right, and the prognosis (eventually) wrong, that moment changes your life. The surgeon who made the diagnosis - a good friend - was the same age as me and has since died. Still a turmoil of feelings there.
Golly! For me, at the time, the heart was much more of a concern.
But, like you, I'm still here. If only just .......