That’s who I had to deal with today.
One who thought it would be a good idea to ask me all about my cancer, confidently compare me to her dear friend, diagnosed at same age, same disease then share she with me she was dead! Oh but she got 9 years she says. Well shove that up your ass I bemuse and I tell her so later. I tactfully say to her that was probably not helpful sharing that story with me and she says
“I know I deserve that cause I was an idiot”
Me: don’t be silly, I’m not launching a revenge attack I’m just pointing out, maybe next time in the same situation don’t share that experience when it’s not such a great ending
Her: well I don’t have a thruth filter I can’t lie
Me: I’m not suggesting you lie, just don’t bring it up
Her: she got 9 years it’s not all bad
Me: pff 9 years. Not good enough
2nd peanut
Oh what cancer did you have
Breast cancer
Oh I went through that 5 years ago
Good to see you’re well now
Well I had surgery to remove the tumour, 7cm but globular, 6 weeks of radiotherapy, no lymph involved but oestrogen receptive so hormone blocker tomoxifon for 5 years and it was not ductal so less likely to re occur. I’m 60 now. You?
Oh I had the trifecta, invasive ductal, 1 lymph, 5 cm tumour, HER2 positive, oestrogen receptive, 6 months chemo, 12 months targeted therapy, 5 weeks radiotherapy, bilateral mastectomy 15 years of hormone blocker to come. I’m 46.
Well it’s not a competition, she replies.
Omg, she asked ! and I actually got the feeling she felt it was a competition and was disappointed she lost.
Now you all know how competitive I am so tempting not spin it and feel like a winner.🥳
Actually fuck it. I am a winner. Cancer’s a cunt and I kicked the son’ova’beech back up its proverbial.
Happy days xx
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I was 21 and I was planning a wedding, buying a house and had a job interview for the job of my dreams on my 22nd birthday. You see I was being made redundant and had to find a new job by August. Especially with the new mortgage now. It was April. I worked for CML and my new job was a done deal. All I needed was a medical. And with that, just like that....my life was turned upside down and I was diagnosed with CML, ha ha, I know the irony. My hematologist had a laugh at that too. I had Chronic Myeloid Leukeamia, which was normally reserved for 70 year old men. Quite rare for a young adult to get, so how would they treat it? I underwent two separate trials until finally it was decided my best chance of survival (all be it only 50% chance), would be a MUD BMT (matched unrelated bone marrow transplant), now known as VUD Allograt (volunteer unrelated donor). I was told 21 years ago the chance of finding a match was 1 in 20,000 (and that is everyone was on the bone marrow donor registry). Scary odds. So being the risk taker I am I said "go for it". They found a match and that was my first miracle in this journey. The second miracle was, it worked - new blood type, two different DNA profiles and the miracle of medicine was reborn inside me. The third miracle is my son.
25 years on, I now face a new challenge. Breast Cancer. Certainly not the first person to have cancer, to have invasive ductile cancer, hormone receptive and HER2 +, or to even have a dual diagnosis. But this is not another Webiste about a cancer survivor, this is just my excuse to finally publicly write. Along the way I am hoping I can share some insights I have learnt over the years and at the same time, give you a good belly laugh.
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Deb I’m laughing at your choice words xx you go girl .. talk about what people actually have said to you today . Honestly what the fuck are they thinking or should I say not thinking 🤔 xx
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You just can’t breed Stupid out of some people. Would have loved to have seen the look on your face listening to her 🙂
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