12 months

This week marks 12 months exactly since I was diagnosed and when I started this journey… a year…. Shit!

What a year….

 

  I think a fitting way to describe this (and showing by British roots) would be to quote our dear Queenie….. “annus horribilis”  a pretty good summary I think!

Its been a year of many things, ups and downs, positives and negatives…. A year of learning, reflecting, planning and accepting. When I think back on it I have learned a lot this year, I’ve learnt what matters, what I’m capable of doing, who my friends are, and what’s important in my life.  

Well, it’s been a 12 months that I can tick off my ‘to do list” never to be repeated again….. been there, done that, moving on (I still didn’t get a bloody t-shirt!)…. The dog has been walked, tamed, taught who’s boss and is sitting nicely behaving itself in a yard far away from me, where it will stay!  I’m grateful that I have been lucky enough to get to where I am now, yep I’m scared, battered and a bit beaten at times but I’ve finished this part of my journey, there is a happy ending. A happy ending that 12 months ago seemed impossible and so far away. It hasn’t been easy (nothing about cancer is easy… except for my hate for it)  and there has been a lot of pure luck involved which I am very grateful for.

Whilst I started  this blog to record my journey, and to hopefully help others in the same boat, I feel it is far from over, just because I have finished this chapter, its not the end of the book. I have a long road ahead of me…. Recovery and finding a ‘new normal’ being my next challenge…… yes those people who know me well will be sniggering at me referring to myself as normal.

For the past 12 months I have been following a plan to kick this cancers butt….. with that plan finishing I need another….  As I said in my last post….. its on like Donkey Kong

 

Keep watching this space…

 

RAG x

Plan C

Yet again I have been slack with providing updates to this blog.

It’s been a difficult few weeks with side effects messing with both my body and mind, coupled with me being rather pig headed and beating myself up for having to finish IV chemo early… yes, I need to let it go (hmmmm anyone who’s familiar with my house hold will now be humming the Frozen song “let it go”).

Well anyway, me beating myself up over the whole IV Chemo thing was taken out of my hands last week when I saw my oncologist….. I have now had all my Chemo stopped, as my oncologist (well her offside, she was on holiday) stated on the day… “you’ve smashed the cancer” … apparently I have done more than enough chemo to kill anything that may have been lurking and I’m “done”, “finished” “fuck you cancer, I’ve won”.

After a year (yep, it will be a year next week since this journey began), being told it’s over feels odd… I’ve pretty much spent every minute of every day for the last year doing what I could to fight this thing and now it’s done… to be honest it’s a little mentally exhausting realising its over.

Please don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty stoked about not needing anymore chemo or treatment, its just a bit weird to get my head around. 

In a nut shell my CEA (Carcinoembryonic antigen) levels have gone from 19 when I was initially diagnosed (pre treatment), down to 1 (anything under 3.5 is classed as ‘normal’). * CEA  measurement is mainly used as a tumor marker to monitor colorectal carcinoma treatment, to identify recurrences after surgical resection, for staging or to localize cancer spread through measurement of biological fluids.

So now my next step is to get healthy again, the chemo has taken its toll with the nerves in my feet, and it generally wears down your liver and kidney function, not to mention your general fitness gets a hammering… so from here it’s all about finding a new normal, and a new beginning…. Plan C – being cancer free!  

so bring it on like donkey kong and lets start getting Plan C in motion.....

RAG x