Hi my lovelies,
Well let me take you back 3 and a half years....
It was March 2015 ironically Friday the 13th!! My special person was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer, the same shit that killed her mum.... she’s in the doctors office with her son and they hear those horrid words, It’s cancer!! Obviously our worlds broke in millions of pieces, her son asks how long the reply 6 months at the most with chemo. ‘When is your birthday?’ ‘September’ the idiot replied ‘bring it forward’!! He had such high hopes!!! So she’s sent home with the you’ll be dead soon feeling.... a couple of weeks later we meet her oncologist for her initial appointment and get dates for chemo (you ladies know the story) chemo starts 3 months later half way scan, sorry we can’t operate it’s likely we won’t the cancer isn’t shrinking as much as we’d like 3 months later we have another scan after all the chemo we’re back at the original idiots office, the look on his face was an absolute picture to say he was shocked was an understatement he expected her to be in her grave ages ago anyway she has surgery and is out of hospital after her dramas of course we’re told yay she’s NED go live your life which she does for 6 months bang she’s back on chemo fast forward another year (6 months of it being dormant) round 3 of chemo after she has Niraparib sweet another 11 months of chill pill CA125 goes up and we’re on more chemo which brings us to todayish SHE’s 60 on Saturday ironically told she won’t get there! On chemo -yes but still here pissing the whole world off good for her!!!
Anyone who wants to raise a glass to her on Saturday please do so!!! Her cake will say MADE IT TO 60 !!
Sorry for the long post, but happy days either way xxx