Today it's six and a half years since I had a total Gastrectomy. Though I've lead a healthy life; non smoker, non drinker and been actively fit all my life, to learn I had cancer came as no surprise. Nothing much has shocked me in life, though of late I've discovered hidden facts about the parents and family I never knew somewhat shocking.
Whilst caring for my late wife in the final stages of Alzheimer's I wheeled her into my GP on a number of occasions and complained with stomach problems and was informed I suffered with irritable bowel syndrome. After she passed away I insisted a through check-up be done. The result; I has an endoscopy, after which I was informed I had cancer. The specialist remarked: "I've being doing this for many years and I have no need to await the biopsy test." Later I was informed :"I'm surprised your not in a wheel chair." I was then seven weeks short of my 70th birthday.
It took a period of time before treatment was decided. Visits to my local Hospital at Hereford, Cheltenham Hospital and finally Gloucester Hospital for medical, physical and mental tests prior to the decision to operate. Before the operation I had keyhole surgery to the lower abdomen and woke up bleeding from my throat. The surgeon about to carry out the operation wanted to explain the procedure but I was not interested, I wanted it over and done with.
The operation did not go as planned as I was in hospital six weeks, three weeks of which I spent in Intensive Care. When I arrived home I was on my own and left to 'get on with it'. It's taken a long time to get to where I'm now at, but I've learned a lot of lessons along the way. The only medication I have is the B12 injections every 12 weeks and a daily dose of Levothyroxine tablets.
I'm pleased to say things are looking up as my times over my 4/5 mile morning runs are improving and I'm enjoying my food. In just over seven months time I'm looking forward to my youngest granddaughter's marriage the day before my 86th birthday.
From the age of two I was raised like a mushroom: kept in the dark and fed on compos. At age sixteen I was released into the light of the outside world to enjoy its beauty and wonder. I've lived life my way and am still discovering what the human mind and body is capable of. capable.