On 11th June I was told they were investigating gating cancer. Over a fortnight later I was told it's Primary Peritonial Cancer Stage 3. Finally the the specialist at the hospital tomorrow to be told when everything starts etc. Been up and down, nervous with the waiting and what I've heard about chemo. Feeling very bloated at best, pains when I turn or bend. Been told this type responds well to treatment but won't be cured have to live with it. All very scary. On top of that had to deal with authority as am a carer for dementia father had a bit of a fight over not being certain of ability to care for him, or others coming in - which didn't work before - on top of my own treatment. At the minute they're now keeping him in the home until we see how my body reacts. Had just finished a lot of counselling anyway to cope with caring but now have to go on a new list with this new circumstance.
So that's a brief synopsis so far.
I only know where I'm going tomorrow and roughly he'll confirm treatment will start. Just feeling detached, trying to keep busy.
But bit lost. Don't know what else to say. Oh 66 and just started getting my pension. Yay.
