My Story - by P.S

Another in our series of stories by women who are part of WCSUK.

My Journey started 2 years ago; seems like a lot has happened in those two years The lead up to the start of the journey started on 7th October 2007, my birthday, when I suddenly had a bleed after not having anything for 12 months. I thought this was normal because I did go to the doctor and explain it. I was 52; he said it was menopause and would finish soon.

That bleed did stop as suddenly as it started. The months rolled on and sometimes I had a little spotting, some months nothing. Then suddenly again I started to get really heavy losses, very frightening and draining. I also started having heavy discharges which meant I needed protection every day. I was prescribed iron tablets and Tranexamic acid.

The last heavy loss I had was in October 2010; we were going out and as I stood up to go out the door and had the biggest flood you could imagine, it was all over the floor. It happened 3 times that night. I didn’t go out.

I did go to the doctors again and told him I had no quality of life left; I couldn’t go anywhere. He still said it was menopause but as I was 55 he would do a blood test and a scan. The scan came back inconclusive; he said it didn’t show anything sinister up -  that word has come back to haunt my thoughts many times since.

He changed his mind in a matter of seconds and said I think I will send you for a Hystroscopy. I was bleeding continuously; not heavy but mixed with the discharge it was quite uncomfortable.
This appeared to gather momentum between waiting for hysteroscopy and I appeared to be loosing cells and unidentifiable things, usually at weekends when doctors was closed. I did try to harvest some of it but it never happened at the right time. I hadn't  told anybody in the family up until that point so it was confession time.

My husband came with me for the hysteroscopy. I was terrified. I have a major fear of needles and apart from the odd broken arm and twisted ankles, I had never been in hospital to stay.
I don’t remember much about the hysteroscopy but I will never forget coming round from the hysteroscopy and the surgeon was at the end of the bed; her face said it all. She said it wasn’t what she expected to find and said she would see me the following Tuesday.
She gave me a card with an appointment on and disappeared. I was then given a box of needles and told I would have to do them myself. It was never going to happen, so I had to  have district nurse reluctantly do it. Tuesday took ages to come round.

Off we went with a heavy heart to the maternity hospital for the results. She didn’t try to wrap it all up - she just said "we have found Cancer". It was at that point all the walls fell in on top of me.
She left me with the CNS to try and explain what was happening next. She gave me a load of paperwork and some food to take before op.
The day of the operation came round too soon.  The bit I will never erase from my memory was the 4 or 5 people round me trying to get somewhere to put the needles in. They were cutting my stockings off trying to stick them in my ankles; the back of my hand; inside of my arms. I was so scared.

The operation itself was not as bad as I imagined it was going to be; my first thoughts on coming round were "they haven’t done it" - you hear of people being opened up and being too ill to be operated on, I thought I was one of them! 

I spent 4 nights in hospital with my little card telling me what I should be doing and when day 2 came  I could get up so I did; that made me feel a bit sick so I got told off for that. Decided I wasn’t a good judge so just waited till I was told what to do!

I was up on my feet on 3rd day. I left hospital on day 4 with another 2 carrier bags of needles and was seriously bullied by the nurses to do this myself - another battle of wills which again I won.  I had to trek up to the Dr's every day for the injection.

The appointment came round for the results of Hysterectomy.  This was another shocker -  the Cancer had spread to the outside edge of the womb. I know that because the CNS did a drawing and told me I would need further treatment.

She said I would probably need radiotherapy which they do for 5 days. I stupidly thought that would either be 1week Monday to Friday or once a week. When I went to see the Oncologist he told me I would be having 25 lots of Radiotherapy and 2 Brachytherapy.
I was stunned at the 25 radiotherapy and had never heard of  Brachytherapy. He then told me I had to go for a CT scan and have marking tattoos.

I was just wondering when it was all going to end - it seemed to be on a banana slide getting worse and worse. I was then told it had a 25% chance of coming back. I knew so little about my illness and having not spent much time at hospital, I didn’t know anything about CT Scans and was stunned that you need yet another needle for that.
I couldn’t stand anymore needles. I needed some Emla cream to numb the area; so off we went for tattoo and Radiotherapy. Thinking at least it will soon be over; just 5 weeks and its all going to be done and dusted.

God how stupid was that?

I've realised now it will never go away it will be always hanging over me. 2 weeks from finishing the radiotherapy, the Oncologist called me in for what I thought was a review.  He dropped a bombshell that he had found enlarged lymph nodes in my chest.
He was convinced it was a spread of Cancer and had arranged for me to go to hospital in Birmingham to have a lymph node biopsy via bronchoscopy. More worrying and waiting!

The result of that was no Cancer was found - what a relief.!!!
But no, the oncologist wasn’t happy and opted for 12 months of comparison CT scans, which meant more needles.

They all came back clear -  Phew! I can breath a sigh of relief now!

Well no; the last CT scan showed a blood clot on my lung. So yet more needles and warfarin brought this sorry tale to a rocky conclusion in June 2013.