In 2013, I was 37 years old. Overnight I went from being healthy and extremely fit to fatigued. I worked full time (40 hours a week), was the secretary of the P&C, managed my son’s soccer team and ran the household. My husband insisted I was so tired because I was doing so much. I knew this wasn’t the case, as it was a sudden drastic change in my health.
Prior to leaving for a three month holiday in our caravan I went to my doctor to get my blood pressure script for our journey ahead.
During the consultation my doctor asked how I was and I said ‘oh, I think those hemorrhoids must have popped’. She recommended I get checked out by a specialist before I left the following week.
Within the week I was able to get in to see a specialist who said I needed a colonoscopy. I explained I was going away but thankfully he had a cancellation on the Monday (I was going away on the Thursday). The day after my colonoscopy I got the phone call saying ‘you are not going anywhere you have cancer’.
I had rectal bleeding and abdomen pain for a year and a half before finally going back to my GP to tell her I thought the diagnosis of piles was wrong!
At one point, there was so much blood and mucous that I thought I had haemorrhaged. My GP finally referred me to another doctor who gave me a colonoscopy in January 2008, where he discovered a tumour and a number of polyps, which were removed.