I was 42 when I heard those three words, ‘You have cancer.’
I was diagnosed with Stage III C bowel cancer.
I had been unwell for a month prior to my diagnosis, at the beginning of March 2016.
I thought that with two young kids, all my dignity had already been lost and nothing much could gross me out.
Yet it was one good, long episode of rectal bleeding that really made me face my squeamishness and uneasiness with discussing bodily functions.
The bleeding had stopped by the time I arrived at the hospital, when the doctors asked, “How much blood? A teaspoon? A tablespoon?”
I was diagnosed with Stage IV bowel cancer in 2015, at the age of 31.
At the time of my diagnosis the cancer had already spread extensively to my liver and lungs.
At the time I was diagnosed I had recently returned to work as a Midwife and our little boy was 18 months old.
I was 59 years old and in fairly good health when I was diagnosed with cancer of the left descending colon stage 3B.
I was a dressmaker and theatrical costume maker working casually from home, teaching dressmaking at evening college and volunteering for several not-for-profit organisations.
After 4 pregnancies, I experienced chronic haemorrhoids which caused some occasional discomfort but had no visible bleeding.
I was 35, fit, healthy and constantly on the move.
A full-time working mum and wife with 3 children aged 9, 6 & 3 and a competitive powerlifter.
Since approximately 2007, I had experienced on and off rectal bleeding.