I was 33 years old and learnt very quickly that in the blink of an eye your life can change. Your goals, dreams, and priorities are all forced to take different turns.
It all started late March 2017...
I’d had stomach discomfort (bloating, occasional diarrhoea, cramping) on and off for a year or so, before seeing my GP. Looking back, I was also probably a bit more tired than usual however having only become a first time parent the year prior, I put a lot of my symptoms down to that. I was only 33 at the time.
After finally getting to the GP, further investigation showed I had blood in my stool. However, my blood tests apparently ruled out anything ‘sinister’, so I toddled off rather nonchalantly to my ‘precautionary’ colonoscopy.
Looking back through my Facebook timeline I found a joke between a friend and me about constipation and squatting while pooping. In hindsight, this was most likely my first symptom of bowel cancer. That post was in June 2016 just before my 39th birthday. I was a busy single mum, working full time as a bookkeeper and volunteering as treasurer on the P&C of the kids’ school. On the off weeks when I didn’t have my 3 girls, I was dating and socialising with friends. Life was busy but fun and full of laughs.
Long wait times directly impact people and their families – people like me and families like mine.
I don’t resent getting cancer – what I am angry and disappointed about is the length of time it took for me to get my diagnosis