I am 61 and I was diagnosed with stage 3b lung cancer cancer in September 2012. I had a upper left upper lobe lobectomy. On the 8th October followed by ajuvent chemotherapy. In April 2013 I was told I was in remission come September 2013 I was told I had metastatic cancer and I was terminal. With a prognosis of 6/8 months with palliative chemo 3/6 without. I didn’t cry or say why me. I just said never mind I have had 54 yrs on this earth, so I could not grumble. Because I feel lucky especially when I see children and babies dying of cancer they haven’t had a chance with any type of life so far. So that’s really how I feel. Despite my terminal diagnosis as you can see I am still here baffled my oncologist who also happens to be a world leading cancer researcher as well. He asked me a year a two ago if I minded him using my notes as part of his research as well as for teaching because I am such a rare case. Also would I be prepared to donate extra bloods for cancer research uk. I said anything to help. Anyhow after 2 sessions of palliative Chemo a drug called Doxitaxal made me so ill, the second one, I was in such a mess physically and emotionally mentally. At times I genuinely want and prayed for death to come, very slowly despite my GP and Macmillan taking my husband to one side and telling him to prepare for the weekend and to warn my son iof 20 and my daughter of 19 who still lived at home. I had a further 3 children who my present husband adopted them following the death of my first husband in a car crash. So at 29 I am a widow with 3 young children. My eldest was 7 my youngest bring 4.... I did re marry had a Ben sterilised and had it reversed. I few months later I had a ectopic pregnancy. I knew rhere was a good 80% chance of a ectopic. No one thought I would have a baby after that. I did I went on to having 2 more. That’s basically me.
