I’m not sure why this has taken me so long to write. It’s almost like I wasn’t ready to actually face everything that I’ve been through over the past 2 years. 36 years old. October 2016 – my diagnosis……rectal cancer. Stage 3. It’s penetrated the bowel wall into the lymph nodes but not sure if it’s gone to other organs in the body?
On Thursday the 11th of October 2018 I was diagnosed with bowel cancer. I am 27 years old, I coincidentally turn 28 the day I am expected to complete my 12 rounds of chemotherapy. May 24th, 2019.
I received my bowel cancer kit in the mail for my 50th birthday. I opened it, read about what I had to do, thought yuck ...poo on a stick in the fridge; I’ll do this some other time. And so the kit went into a drawer.... for later.
Since having my two little men, I have come to love the philosophy of ‘listen when your body whispers, before it yells at you’. At the age of 38 I am a proud nurse, I take pride in helping others optimise their health, and my friends will attest that I enjoy sharing my views on healthy living. So when I received my stage 1 bowel cancer diagnosis 6 months ago, to say that I was in a world of shock and disbelief is an understatement.