So here I am facing the consultant who gave me the cancer diagnosis and stamped a ‘best before’ date on me nearly a year ago. The same room, the same place. My Mum, Dad, brother and Jenny holding hands and breath.
And the news is I am in remission! But my goodness didn’t he make me work for it!
“Hello, how are you feeling?”
“Great… I hope, just need to hear the results please”
“Oh, you had a CT Scan did you? When was that? How odd, my secretary didn’t warn me…”.
Lots of rustling around on the desk and frantic logging in on the computer. “Let me get the scan results up now”.
Oh dear no, surely not. Where are the hidden cameras? We are going to have to do this live, anxiously watching every twitch on my consultant’s face as he reads the scan results out aloud for the first time in front of us.
After what seemed like an eternity discussing my bowel and liver surgeries and the fact that I had (unbeknown to me) another 1cm cyst on my liver which he ‘presumes’ my liver surgeon knew about and was therefore not cancer….he said “Yes this looks fine, you are NED (no evidence of disease) or NSR (no sign of recurrence)!” And for extra emphasis “considering where we were a year ago and how aggressive it was, it’s amazing we have got rid of it”.
I could kiss him. He was grinning and said I looked really healthy. And believe me this is a very good sign from Mr H who doesn’t give good news lightly.
Joseph said this day was the best of his life and he hasn’t stopped hugging me. Lois has been very thoughtful and reflective and admitted to crying on the school bus today with nerves. I doubt I will ever know how deep this last year has affected them.
Today I have my life given back to me and I am deeply happy and thankful.
Thankful to my 2 consultants and oncologist and the docs and nurses who have nursed me back to health. Thankful to my Mum and Dad and brother who have loved me back to life. And thankful to my dearest friends and close family who never gave up hope and have been by my side every day. Especially Jenny who has been one in a million throughout these last 10 months and kept me sane with nonsense all day. And thankful to God for answering my prayers.
Now all I need to do is get this chemo out my system and start to feel normal again. Mr H said to expect this to take about 2 months. Last chemo tablets taken tonight and the rest of the bag of tablets chucked in the bin, replaced by a diet of Champagne! At least for this week. x