My Metastatic 5th Birthday
Who’d have thought it – my right hip is 5 years old today (chorus: hippy birthday to you, hippy birthday to you…) and although this isn’t the day when they finally realised that I had mets, it is the day that I celebrate another year of life. So, I hear you ask, how did I celebrate this major achievement? By getting up early and going to Southampton General Hospital for an appointment with my oncologist. I know how to live life on the edge you know! I was pronounced well enough that I don’t need to return for another three months, and then he might think of doing another set of scans. I said I was happy to leave having them done again as long as possible.
I then went on into Southampton itself and got some material to make a quilt for my great niece, Sophie, who was 10 weeks old yesterday. Had a bit of a wander around the Marlands shopping mall and then I had to get back to start work at 2pm.
It may be boasting, but I am rather proud of myself for getting this far in relatively good health, for my diagnosis at least. I have not needed to have cytotoxic chemotherapy in those five years and I am holding my own. If you had told me that five years ago today I wouldn’t have believe that it was a possibility.
I’m still standing, yeh, yeh, yeh!
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