Well what can I say, the last week or so has been a rollercoaster which unfortunately feels as if it only has the downs. I'm 44 fit have a wonderful partner (soon to be wife) and a dynamo of a gorgeous 4 year old girl.
I have had no symptoms until a fortnight ago when my stomach started to become enlarged and steadily got worse. I was referred by my GP to the AMEA ward at hospital on Monday and was discharged on Tuesday with the thought of being constipated. I felt no better on the Thursday so went back to my GP who referred me again to AMEA but this time they did a CT scan and wham out of the blue you have cancer.
I've spent the last couple of days on the oncology ward where they carried out some ultrasound screening to see if they could help identify the pockets of liquid in my stomach but so far with little luck. The discussion with the oncologist doctor yesterday was surreal and still feels so. I have a biopsy on Monday so they can identify what type of cancer it is to help devise a plan but the last bit of news she said shocked me. It had probably originated from my bowel but has indeed spread throughout my stomach and the chemotherapy route would be palliative. My life feels as though it's stopped and when we came home last night (for a weekend at home before the biopsy on Monday) I feel as if I've walked into the wrong house. The house we've lived in happily for years and have lots of great times but now I'm here and it's not the person. I almost feel like an imposter here because I'm not the same anymore.
When I got home at night my gorgeous daughter gave me a huge welcome asking if my tummy is better and when will the doctors make it better. I can hear her now downstairs playing and laughing and teasing her aunty who's come over to help but I'm currently upstairs feeling scared.
Sorry for sharing this but I have always read similar posts and found people to be inspirational. The soon to be Mrs King just read this post so she knows about this thread.