Good morning lovely ladies. Big virtual hugs for everyone. I am so pleased to see that most of you ladies are being kept informed/in contact even though you may not now be getting the treatment you would like or your scans and tests. I just wish I could say the same. At my last 4 month appointment I was told that my CA125 had risen again and the recent u/s showed something suspicious in my abdomen. Now I may be being paranoid but the last time I heard those words it turned out I had a stage 3c ovarian carcinosarcoma with a CA125 of just 130. My oncologist arranged a priority scan and follow up appointment which were both cancelled on 17th February. I was told that gynae/oncology would be in touch with info. I waited two weeks and heard nothing. So I tried to contact everyone on the oncology team I could think of but no-one has rung me back. I did receive a computer generated letter a week ago moving my 4 month appointment from June to July (if that happens) and a call from CT scan just to tell me that I was still on the list but I would have a long wait as it was not a priority request. When did that happen? None if this is very reassuring. So here's the thing, I was told by oncologist that as carcinosarcoma is a rare and very aggressive cancer and CA125 is not a good indicator for me they would start investigating a bit earlier than usual if it started rising and, indeed, this was beginning to happen. The u/s indicates that there may be a recurrence but I can't get anyone to talk to me about my concerns Now of course I am driving myself insane with worry and frustration. I don't want to wish a recurrence on myself but I'm building this up in my head and every twinge and ache is something ominous. Intellectually I know the risks of continuing investigations but I can't help feeling I've been abandoned and written off. My hospital is probably overwhelmed but the silence and the not knowing us driving me nuts and causing my family to worry about me.
I've just realised how long this post is - sorry. I think I've just got to the stage where I needed to vent in another direction and give my family a break.