On 13th November 2006, my life changed. I had been diagnosed with Mesothelioma, a malignant tumour.
Mesothelioma is a cancer of the lungs and is associated with exposure to Asbestos.
I have never worked any where that had Asbestos exposure, the only link I have is that my father, who passed away on 26th August 2006, had worked for the MOD between 1963 to 1966. He was a lagger and worked closely with this deadly material. Unfortunatley, he didn't know how deadly it was.
I am now carrying a lethal enemy inside me that is going to result in an untimley death and leave my 3 beautiful children without a mother.
My father never knew this and I am grateful that he didn't, I don't think he would have coped with knowing 1 of his children was infected with this silent killer.
I now have to try and squeeze all my happiness into a small amount of time.
I intend to fight it and have been told this will be fruitless, but I am not prepared to lay down and die.
Thursday, 2 November 2006
I went to a hospital appointment for a brochoscopy, this was not performed as the mass was to far down to be accessed. A VATs (video Assisted Thorascoscopy) would be performed to remove any fluid built up in the lung and to take a biopsy. This biopsy would determine if I have Mesothelioma or not. I was in hospital for about 5 days and missed my lovely daughters birthday. That bit really hurt as I had spent every birthday with her. She cried when she came into the hospital and said this was the worst birthday she ever had.What a gift to give to her. She was so upset and all I could do was hug her and tell her how sorry I was for all this mess.
The VATs op produced 2 litres of fluid. After the removal of the fluid the pain deminished.
Now I have to wait for the diagnosis to be confirmed.