It was a huge shock but my immediate reaction was being worried about telling my mum so I had them do it for me. After I had the flex sig they told us they had found a polyp and would test the biopsy, and that I need to come back in a week for the results and a full colonoscopy. I had never heard of polyp before so I googled it and everything online said it can lead to cancer in over 50s so I wasn’t worried and kept reassuring my mum that I’m fine as I’m only 20. When we went back the following week, I wanted to go in on my own and then I finally realised something isn’t right
The doctor asked me if I know the difference between malignant and benign and I said I did, as I knew one is cancer and one isn’t, but I didn’t know which one is which. He then told me it’s malignant and I sat there for what felt like a few minutes thinking shit, why did I say yes, which one is malignant. He followed shortly after with “it’s cancer”. I can’t remember what I thought immediately after that but I then started telling the doctor he needs to tell my mum as I can’t do it.
I left the room and they brought my mum in and then I came back after and she was completely disheveled with swollen eyes and I just felt so guilty that I had caused that. So that was hard, seeing the aftermath of my mums reaction.
We cried the whole journey home. My 12 year old brother was there too and he kept asking what’s wrong and I had no clue what to say. Years later he told me thought that I was dying and so we probably should have handled his presence better. His school was right by the hospital so he came in after he finished school so he could get a lift home but we should have protected him from him.
My family did their best to make me happy. Lots of cuddles and tears at first, and then anything they could to make me happy. I can’t fault their support in any way.
I did also once catch my dad crying a few months later when I was midway through the chemo. My dad has always been an emotionally unavailable parent and the only time I’d seen him cry was when his mum died. I walked into the kitchen one night and he immediately wiped his eyes. That was tough to see too. We didn’t say anything but I assumed it was because of me.
Friends were also great. I was in hospital for a month after my first surgery and I had daily visits from at least one friend a day, and the nurses were great in that they let me have late night visits so I had constant support. The chemotherapy that followed lasted six months and gradually the gap between messages grew but that was to be expected. But they were always available and still included me in everything, even if I couldn’t go, and appreciated that I may drop out last minute, may be late, etc.
The one friend I struggled with was the friend who was overly supportive. We’d go out and she’d constantly ask if I’m ok. She’d always make sure I have a seat, etc. She meant well but it was all the time so it made me feel like an invalid.
My boyfriend at the time was a dick. I developed a bad infection after the first surgery to remove the tumour so had to have emergency surgery which resulted in a tumour. He didn’t speak to me for a week when that happened which was awful as I woke up feeling deformed and my boyfriend didn’t want to know me. He carried on doing disappearing acts over the next few months and finally he admitted he didn’t want to be with me because he didn’t want to be a widow. That was a horrible to deal with at the time, but looking back, so glad I didn’t end up with him.
Edit to add that I didn’t expect this post to
be so long!