The last week was terrible. I didnt want to get out of bed at all.
Some days I stayed in my pj's all day.
Most days I cried.
Some days I managed to get myself into work, some days I worked from home.
My alarm went off at 4.30am. I had to be on the 5.50 train to Murdoch, then I would get a connecting bus to the hospital.
I was given a gown, and a bed, and the nurse went through the procedure with me.
The gas man came to visit me again, and he told me how luck I was, as usually by the time lung cancer is discovered it has spread. Very rarely can it be removed.
It was about noon when they wheeled me to theatre. I had to drink some horrible liquid and cough at the same time. Apparently that will numb the throat. Next think I know I was waking up in the day ward.
A nurse asked if I was from Mongolia. I am from England, how could that be mixed up!
I had to eat before I could leave the hospital, the nurse kept telling me to eat. They brought me ham and cheese sandwiches, i dont eat cheese. I ate the bread, drank the tea, got dressed, and was discharged.
In the car I read the notes, malignant nodule, lymph gland infected, other nodules appear but not malignant.
Well i have lung cancer all I need is for the doctor to formally tell me.
I have been talking about it since the beginning, so I wont get all teary. I dont think I have anymore tears in me.
I tell my husband not to come, but he insists.
I have to wait for the appointment to arrive in the mail.
I have cancer, now I need to know what they will do and when.
