I had a total hysterectomy at the end of April 2014 and started chemotherapy of two different drugs in June of that year; one drug took 5 hours to administer and one took one hour.
So for six hours every three weeks I underwent this treatment. At first I didn't tell my three children what my diagnosis was. I don't know why, I don't think I wanted to worry them but when it was evident that I was going to lose my hair I had to tell them.
It was a very emotional time and I hid a lot from them. I live in Ross-On-Wye and have done for 18 years. I worked full time as a care assistant so it was easy to hide a lot of the not so nice stuff.
My parter worked away from home so most of the time I was on my own. I had my treatment on a Monday; travelled to Wales which is where I'm originally from and where my family still are.
On a Tuesday and for the following three weeks I squirrelled myself away resting and recovering from the effects of treatment. When I went for my second treatment my oncologist informed me that on a routine ct scan there was a mass in my stomach which was causing them some concern.
My world was falling to pieces. My chemo was suspended and an endoscopy and other tests were carried out through the following week. The mass appeared to be a slow growing tumour, which had probably been there some time and it was decided to continue with my treatment to see what happened.
I had another 5 chemotherapy treatments, 29 radiotherapy and 2 brachytherapy treatments.
In November 2015 I had a total gastrectomy to remove the tumour which had by this time spread outside my stomach.
It's been a long road there have been ups and a lot of downs but I'm still here. Its still not far from my thoughts ever!
I can still enjoy my wonderful children, 12 grandchildren and my great grandaughter,
I'm not very good at putting things down into words and sorry if it's just rubbish but hope this gives someone somewhere just a little hope.