I was diagnosed with bowel cancer in July 2017. I had just turned 34.
I had started studying nursing the year before.
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 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.
My name is Bob and I'm 76 years old. I’m what some people call a cancer survivor.