I’m a long term poster on the thread with frequent name changes.
Im mid 60’s. Mum to 5. Nana to 8. I live in the Middle East and have done
Since I was 19.
Just over 2 years ago I was diagnosed with stage 1a Mucinous ovarian cancer after having a 6kg cyst removed. Reading that sentence back it makes it all sound so simple but there were a few twists and turns along the way and I’m pretty sure if Covid hadn’t meant two routine gynae appts being cancelled my pathology would have been benign and not cancer.
On the day everything unfolded I had a had what’s called in old terms, a nervous breakdown. It had been a long time coming and it all really was the straw that broke this camels back. People ask how it could have happened so suddenly, within hours, but all I can say is that it did. If the circumstances are correct it can happen at anytime, to anyone.
Fortunately, I didn’t need chemotherapy. My debulking surgery was enough to take care of things for now. And that’s the way I hope it stays.
Suffice to say my journey has been in my head and it’s been a long road back to recovery. Initially I was on anti-psychotic medication, not that I was psychotic, you can be given the medication for other reasons to do with mental health and after a few months that was changed to a high dose of anti anxiety medication. Nowadays though that dose has been reduced to a 10mg daily does and I know I will be on it forever. Through choice.
Like almost everyone else here I don’t really cope well with 6 monthly check ups/tests. In fact when I had a heart echo a few days ago I had to ask them to stop but thankfully I was 30seconds away from the end of it and did actually manage it.
Im having a knee replaced in two weeks. Very unexpectedly. A routine treatment I have every 6 months to lubricate my arthritic knees went wrong, though no one’s seems to know why, and the result is that I’m now on crutches and my left knee is the size of a clootie dumpling. I’m in agony. I know I could have probably tried steroid injections to sort it out but I’m going straight for the new knee as I’d have needed one further down the road anyway. Along the way there’s been an MRI and Ex-rays and of course I was imaging I had knee cancer. Is there such a thing?🙈.
I’m very much a hands on grandma and I’m with some my grandchildren every day either looking after the wee ones or taking the others to school and hobbies. One of my sons is on his own with his children and when he’s flying the children are with me at my house, or if my son who’s severely disabled is needing very careful handling then I go and stay at my sons house with the children. My son stays at home with his live in carers whilst I’m away or just at the shops.
I’m also a traveler and I’m very happy going on my solo holidays as well as coming back to the Uk a couple of times a year to visit my family.