We went away for the early May Bank Holiday weekend with friends, a journey which took us 2 hours in the car. In the time it took us to get there I’d bled so much it had soaked through to the car seat. Alarm bells rang and I was on the phone to the Dr first thing on the Tuesday morning.
Blood tests showed nothing and still no let up in the bleeding. Within weeks I’d been for X-rays and scans - it showed the lining of my womb was a “little” thicker than it should be. It was in fact, as I was later to discover, 23mm.
I can’t fault my GP, she kept pushing for more tests and only when I had the biopsy, then the results, did I find out I had cancer of the womb.
I had a complete hysterectomy the day before my 53rd Birthday. Two weeks later I went for the pathology results to find out the grading/stage. Stage 1A, Grade 1. The best result I could have wished for. I feel incredibly lucky that my GP kept pushing those tests. I know how fortunate I am to have caught it early but it doesn’t stop the feelings of guilt. Guilt that others are not as fortunate as me and my biggest fear is that it will return somewhere else.
It has highlighted other health issues which are still ongoing and will be for some time to come. My family and a few close friends have been my absolute rocks through this journey and continue to be through everything else that’s in front of me.
Ladies, keep fighting that fight and never give up. You are stronger than you know❤️
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