5yrs cancer free
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My nightmare started 5 years ago when I had trouble swallowing solid food.
I went to my local GP who sent me for PEP & MRI scans.
When we received the results he sent me to a Head & Neck surgeon.
Who booked me to the next cancer team meeting the following Tuesday.
Sitting on a bed he proceeded to slide a camera up my nose down to the base of my tongue, where they all viewed (on the big coloured screen) my cancer including my wife, a nurse.
They decided my cancer had spread too far for a surgical solution, they decided I needed a chemical solution of 6 Chemotherapy sessions & 8 weeks of daily Radiation.
Which is another story on its own being in a ward for 4 hours with other people facing death like myself, and how honest we were with each other, including our fears & hopes for our families left behind, I was lucky that my kids had grown up but others facing death were more concerned about their families left behind than their health outcomes..
The following day I was booked into the cancer ward where I laid on a table with a arm rest, where a doctor cut a slit in my arm and fed a tube (line) into my main vein and slid the line all the way to my heart & maneuvered it in my heart exactly where she wanted it, at the time we were both watch it on a big screen.
I said to her you know I'm awake watching this, she said you a Glasgow boy you can handle this. She shamed me so much that I nearly stopped crying.
The next day I was booked in for another procedure.
At least I was given a general anesthesia procedure, when I woke up I had a hole in my stomach with a tube sticking out that I would be fed through for the next couple of months. No wonder I lost 17 kilo in 8 weeks.
My next drama was being able to handle being locked down on the Radiation table, unable to move with that mask so tight it left squares on my face when they took it off.
It only took about 20 mins but being locked down on my own till they came back in to release me was a nightmare on its own.
I took 2 valium for the 1st session, 1 valium for the second session & half a tablet for the rest of that week.
By the 2nd week I was on 12 mg Oxycontin patches, then 25 mg patches.
Followed by 12 mg Fentanyl patches, followed by 25 mg patches.
I said I was concerned I would get addicted to them.
They explained if you need the pain killers, you don't get addicted its only when you take them for a high that you get addicted.
After every Radiation session a nurse would check my vital signs & if she called the doctor over I knew I was staying in the hospital which happened to me 4 times for 4 days.
Each time I stayed in, the hospital's Psychiatrists would come and ask me how I was handling it.
I alway told her I was OK, the only time I contacted her, she abruckly said
No you can't have antidepressants because Ange has gone to England
and hung up,
I thought she isn't very sympathetic for cancer doctor, she must be a hun.I thought.
Although I would often fall asleep watching Celtic TV I would just watch it the next day, As I mentioned before, watching Celtic on TV was very clinical
I would read KerryDale St ( till I got barred for my socialist views) but I still had The noise to let me know what the nuts and bolts of the fans thought of what was happening with Celtic, at that time I was to crook to participate in the discussions but enjoyed the banter.
My final two points, don't be a fool like me & put off going to a doctor,
My brother who took me to my first Celtic game is 12 years older than me, he had a bowel problem and went to the doctors straight away, he had minor surgery, and was out after a couple of days.
He had one Chemo session & after 3 months was good as knew.
My second point is if it wasn't for my wife, a nurse who made me get up and walk around the house when I just wanted to lay on the lounge and die.
Putting up with my bad moods when she was driving me to the hospital for my cancer treatment, turning the first corner or breaking I would feel nausea and complain she was driving to close to the car in front ect, all totally unreasonable,
Letting my kids know when I was well enough for a visit, especially with my grandkids wearing their Celtic top on that I had given them.
I am writing this now as I have just been given the all clear after 5 year, which is a significant time, and don't have to make any more appointments but I know cancer is just in remission never really gone as other patients I met were back for their 2nd or even their 3rd time with cancer, personally I would rather die than go through that again but as other pointed out to me with young children depended on them they don't have a choice but to go through it all again even if it only gives them a little bit longer with their family.
Its only when you go through difficult time you appreciate what it means
YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE
HH