Last night at approximately 7.30 pm I had a surprise visit by a party of 3 on behalf of all my WAMs. They came bearing gifts, bubbles & pink tulips!
I was speechless, but still the boys (intent on watching Survivor) locked us away in the front room, and waited on us as required with the pinot noir (kidding, the boys didn’t lock us away and I am never speechless).
Special shout out to Paige who coordinated the entire thing from low carb snacks, a fuck cancer badge, wine, a book, body wash, cheese, chocolate, herbal tea and a message from Sly.
The girls, the bubbles, the dog. Thank you for all your effort and thoughts x
It’s probably appropriate at this stage to shout out to everyone who has been so amazing and generous in their visits, from my first gift from Dan, a perfect night dress for the hospital, to a bikini voucher from Sue for when I need to update my wardrobe🤣👙. The flowers, plants, food, meals & foot massages in between are the most tremedously thoughtful things people could do. I hope I never have to repay the favour and that we all live long lustrious, healthy and thriving lives.
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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