Received today from a fellow Teal Lady. Thank you!
I am fortunate that I have made contact via the internet with some amazing people who are also riding the rollercoaster of cancer. Jo’s trust has a forum which is very good, and there are other cancer bloggers who I follow. On Facebook there is a group called The Teal Ladies. Teal and white being the cancer ribbon colour for cervical cancer just as pink is the colour for breast cancer.
The Teal Ladies have a nice little idea. It is a travelling box which travels it’s way around the country delivering gifts and good wishes. It was my turn to receive it today. All the way from the Highlands of Scotland! I’ve had fun the last few days scouring the shops for teal items and I will be posting my box tomorrow to a lucky lady!
I think it is such a simple and lovely idea and has put a big smile on my face.
Well. That was easy!
I had only ever had two operations before this; a caesarean and a radical hysteresctomy. Both of those left me in huge amounts of pain and unable to walk. Today’s was sooo different. Half an hour later I was up and ready to go! Result.
I’m not EXACTLY sure what’s been done as I haven’t had a chance to speak to Mr Johnson yet. But everyone says he is the Master, all round nice bloke, gifted, highly respected etc etc. Maybe they say that to all patients about all the surgeons. They are hardly going to say ‘Oh Mr Bloodbath, nevermind!’
I don’t remember being told I was about to be put under. Obviously all the cannulas and stuff go in so you know it’s imminent but all I can remember is saying ‘Ohhhh have you given me something nice?’ …..zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
I think I was in theatre about 45 minutes.
Taken to the eye department to recover!!! Slightly confusing!!!! All lovely staff. Tea and Toast and off home.
Slightly sore, but that is it. Very happy bunny.
Now all the tissue has to be sent to pathology and I get my results 6th November.
My money is on her brother Peter. There. I’ve said it.
Pre op number 2 today. Funnily enough I am still too short for my weight. Probably need to grow a couple of foot and I’ll be ok.
Ticked boxes, had my nasal and groin swabs (for MRSA) blood test (possibly anaemic) blood pressure (all good) had to make irritating small talk with people and was then told that Mr Johnson wanted to see me. Wasn’t planning on seeing him today. He wasn’t available for an hour. Maybe I’d like to go and get a sandwich and pop back……………
No. I don’t want to spend another sodding second in this hospital I’m running away and not coming back.
‘Ah yes, that will be fine’
So I return, to meet Nick AND Jane, the deadly duo. Lovely as they are, and they really are, they send the shits up me.
I had another chance to discuss the op, side effects, recovery etc. Then had to sign the consent form. I’ve asked twice now if it could be cancer. They don’t think so but they don’t know. On the consent form there is a bit where it says reason for procedure (or something like that) and mine says ‘Get diagnosis’. So that’s it really. Its not a curative procedure as such (though it might be) It is a chance to take a bigger bit of my body to send to the labs.
I was given a date to return for my results. More bloody waiting. I told Jane that I knew it was protocol to give bad news face to face but I was past that. If she knew before my appointment then could she please just ring me. Good or bad.
I also asked very politely not to be put in a ward full of dying old ladies if possible.
So there we go. The ongoing soap opera of my life. Because believe me, it takes over your life.
Here’s a little puzzle for you. The chance of having VaIN is 0.3 to 0.42 per 100,000 people.
Between 9 and 33% of VaIN 3 turns out to be cancer when studied after removal.
5 year survival percentages for Stage 2 cervical cancer are between 70 and 90%.
5 year survival percentages for Vain 3 are 95%.
5 year survival chances for Vaginal Cancer stage 1 70%
Cancer makes you a maths geek and a master researcher.
If children have the ability to ignore all odds and percentages, then maybe we can all learn from them. When you think about it, what other choice is there but to hope? We have two options, medically and emotionally: give up, or Fight Like Hell.