My surgeon’s secretary called me last week.
“Come into hospital on Tuesday at 9.30am. You will get your reult then…”
Crazy thoughts raced through my mind. Why do you have to go to hospital to get your result? Why can’t they tell you over the phone? It MUST be bad news!
I went to the hospital with my Mum. I got called in. I had to undress so they could remove the dressing. I started to panic slightly when Nurse 1 went to get Nurse 2 who went to get the Head Nurse who went to get the Consultant. “Just tell me already!”
Good news! Thank God. Thank you family and friends for your prayers.
The wound is still bleeding and oozing pus. I am still not allowed to shower, not allowed to gym, not allowed this and not allowed that. But who cares? I am fine because I am benign.
Benign is defined as not dangerous to health; not recurrent or progressive (especially of a tumour), i.e. non-cancerous
Cancer is deadly. I have a blood-related aunt who is terminally ill with the cancer I could have had. I saw her last week – her hair has fallen out, she is extremely thin and gaunt, her eyeballs are popping out, she can barely move. The cancer has spread all over her body. She is in palliative care.
Palliative care is defined as treatment to relieve, rather than cure, symptoms of cancer
The sad thing is her younger brother, my uncle, died a few years ago with cancer too. He was also in palliative care but couldn’t live every day waiting to die, so he committed suicide. Cancer runs in my family so I was really worried that I would be next.
Thanks everyone for your prayers. Please continue to pray for my aunt.