My treatment is complete! I've had chemotherapy, surgery, radiotherapy, more surgery, eighteen intravenous Herceptin, more surgery and more surgery. So that’s me
sorted. Letrozole for a further four years and Alendronic Acid with
calcium and vitamin D for ever more due to losing bone density (thanks
to chemo and the banishing of estrogen) and taking exceptional care of
my left arm due to having no axillary lymph nodes.
I know there
are horror stories and bad experiences but I’ve had incredible treatment
throughout, which would have been beyond my means so thank god for the
NHS. Without exception every nurse, doctor, consultant, surgeon,
“ographer” and “ologist” has been patient, understanding and reassuring.
equipment I never knew existed. I’ve had treatments I never knew were
possible. I am in awe of my surgeon. I’ve been wheeled about by cheerful
porters who knew the hospital like the back of their hands. I’ve been
served coffee by people who have lifted my mood with a mere touch of my
shoulder. I’ve been ferried to and from radiotherapy by volunteer
drivers through some dire weather.
what the cost of this has been. (I know my Herceptin alone cost £22K).
I’ve paid tax and National Insurance for 30 years but I’m sure I’ve had
more than my share back.
So, thank you NHS…THANK YOU
And thank you all for sticking with me...your support and generosity has made the last two years a lot easier than it could have been.
you, thank you, thank you Mr T, for holding my hand, shaving my head,
sticking needles in me, bringing me lunch, bringing me knitting,
bringing me back to reality, collecting wigs, collecting prescriptions,
being with me at every appointment, being with me whenever I woke, being
with me always. Your strength, your devotion, your belief in me, your
faith in medicine, your gorgeous bum have all made this bag of bollox
And my god, it’s been worth it.
2014? Hell, yes…bring it on…I’ve kicked cancer’s butt!