I travelled to London for a check-up after my operation and to find out what it was that they were removing. Turns out, it was actually cancer, the same type I had in my arm, MPNST, but it is all gone. I’m clear. They have discharged me for my lung now, they aren’t worried at all but I will still be going to check-ups for the next 9ish years.
Seeing the x-ray of what my lung now looks like is so weird. You can actually see how a section of it is missing and that the diaphragm has moved to accommodate it. It’s crazy.
I know a lot of people feel a ‘connection’ with people who have cancer if they do too but I don’t really have that. I mean, I quite like talking to survivors and all that and I like to talk to people going through the same thing as me, I just don’t really feel a connection, maybe I would if I had ever met someone who had/has the same type as me but I haven’t.
I also don’t like it when people tell you that you’re going to be okay and don’t give you room to voice any worries you might have.
I wasn’t called in on Monday after my scan. So that means that it is very unlikely that there will be anything wrong with my chest. Obviously, the possibility is still in the back of my head but I am not going to dwell on it now. If anything was serious then they would have called me in on Monday, I would imagine.
But they have also decided that all my follow up appointments will be at just one hospital now instead of them being in two different ones like they have been since the start of all this, so that’s a good thing.
Yesterday was the six month mark since the start of this all.
On the 4th of January this year, I was sent to see a new consultant and it was he that set up me getting a biopsy and a bunch of different scans. It was because I saw him, I was diagnosed with cancer. Yesterday, I told Luxford, my best friend, that it was exactly six months since the start of this all. She replied “It seems so much longer.” And she’s right, it does.
It has been an absolutely CRAZY six months. I have been under general anaesthetic twice. I have been to the hospital more times than I can count. I have sat two exams and got the results to those exams, I turned 18, I have been diagnosed with cancer, had a confirmation diagnosis of neurofibromatosis (nf), learnt more about cancer and nf. I have also realised how amazing people can be and how much the step up and I have also started radiotherapy, which I am now close to finishing. There is so much more that has happened to me in these six months but just looking back on it all, it’s been a crazy half a year.
I never thought something like this would ever happen to me. But it has. I remember saying to Luxford once that I am happy it is me that is going through this all and not someone I care for. I wouldn’t cope having to watch one of my friends or family go through all this. I would hate having to get the text or the phone call or the message online. As much as I hate all this, as much as I hate having to go through all this, I would rather it’s me than anyone else.
It feels like this has been going on for so long but it has just been six months and hopefully, when I am declared ‘cancer-free’ it will only be six months plus a week and a half. Although, I say it feels like this has been going on a lot longer than six months, it also feels as though there has been one hell of a lot crammed into this amount of time.
Okay, so I know I said, ages ago, that I had news I would share the next day.
I never got round to it, sorry.
Anyway, I’m getting to it now.
So a couple of weeks back, I went to the hospital to get the results of a scan which was to, effectively, tell me whether or not my treatment was successful which, thankfully, it was for the cancer I had in my arm. Which is amazing news, there’s no doubt about that.
However, during the scan they found something in my lung. It’s only 6mm which means it’s too small for them to know what it is. It could be anything from scar tissue, to another tumor or just a benign fibroma lump. The only thing is, due to where my tumour was before, I am at an increased risk of lung cancer, despite the fact I don’t even smoke.
I have to go back to the hospital in September, the 16th to be exact, for another scan which should tell us what it is, if the mass they have spotted grows in that time, then it is likely it is cancer again. However, my doctor has said she isn’t worried about it and for now, I’m going to try and not worry. But as much as I say I’m not worried, there is always going to be something nagging me in the back of my head; I’ve already spent the first half of this year dealing with my health, being in and out of hospital and now I just want to get on with it. I want to go to university in September, I want to start that new chapter in my life, I don’t want everything to be put on hold again.
So, about 3 years ago, this lump started growing in my arm, it grew pretty quickly and was really painful. I was worried about what it was so I went to the doctors and they told me to go to A&E, so I did and was told that it was only a bite. I was pretty sure it wasn’t so went back to the doctors, they said it was a lump and got referred. The man I got referred to, I later found out, was a plastic surgeon and he was going to operate to remove it. Then, he told me about this PDT treatment (Photodynamic therapy) which is a sort of laser treatment and her referred me to the man who does it, in London. Anyway, eventually I got this PDT done. It involved an injection that causes every single cell in your body to become light sensitive to the extent that you can’t go outside and have to stay in a room with only one 40 Watt bulb. Yeah, and it lasts 4 weeks, but the procedure it alright. They put me to sleep then put these needles in my arm and shoot the lasers through the needles. It was supposed to burn away the cells of the lumps and make it go. After the treatment, the lump started to shrink and I was really happy but after the initial shrinking, it grew again so we went back to the doctor who did the PDT and told him and he scheduled me in to have PDT again. So I did, again is started to shrink and then started to grow again. Each time the lump grew back bigger than it was before and more painful. Anyway, I went back to the doctor and had to have an MRI scan and supposedly the scan showed that the reason the lump was growing again is due to water in the tissue. Basically, it was just swelling like your ankle swells if you sprain it.
I was absolutely convinced that it wasn’t that so told the doctor and he referred me to see someone else. I went and saw him in London and he didn’t really talk all that much, he kind of just looked at me, spoke to a collegue, went outside, looked at me again, spoke to me a bit, went out again and all that. Anyway, he sorted out for me to go and see Professor Ferner and neurofibromatosis sepcialist, which is a condition I have and the condition that caused the lump the initially grow. And I had a PET scan, a couple of blood tests, a CT scan, an MRI scan and a biopsy on the lump in my arm. I had all that done in three days and had to go to three different hospitals all in London. We were told that we would get all the in two weeks and ended up being asked to come down the next Monday (the biopsy was on Wednesday, that was the result we were waiting for) and I was a bit anxious because it happened so quickly. Anyway, I went to go and see a doctor called Mr Pollock, he told me that the lump that has been growing in my arm for three years was cancerous.
I cried. A lot. My mum cried, my dad cried but the doctor was so reassuring. He was the surgeon that removed the lump in my arm and when he was talking to me about it, he made sure that I knew everything he was planning on doing. He really made me feel a lot more comfortable and got me some better painkillers. He told me more about the type of cancer I have and all that.
I genuinely could not and still can not believe that the lump that was growing in my arm for THREE FUCKING YEARS was cancerous.