I knew.
When the nurse followed the doctor in.
I knew.
I was shaking and couldn't really take in what they were saying. It's like the words were bouncing off my head and dropping on the floor where I stared at them trying to make them make sense.
Last ct scan showed two spots.
One on the outside of my liver
And one deep in my pelvis on my sigmoid colon.
Pet scan booked.
Then MDT will review.
Picc line.
Echocardiogram and kidney test to make sure I could take more chemo.
Possibly a laparoscopy if surgery is a possibility...
Everyone very kind and very organised.
Just over 4 years NED.
A year of slowly climbing ca125 but clear scans till today.
Had rebuilt my life, career, everything.
Feels like I failed a really unfair test.
I have this week off.
Had planned a romantic break in Cornwall and a couple of nice boutique hotels.
I know I can get through it. (The cancer treatment not Cornwall.)
I know what to expect, which actually makes it less scary
But I just don't want to.
I wanted to be worried about missing the bin men, meeting that deadline, and whether i could get away with a red onion rather than a shallot. But nope, I get to worry about if I'll respond to treatment this time. If my body can stand more chemo. If i can have more surgery. Is this the first of many recurrences?
Ovarian Cancer recurrence, 1 star, definitely would not recommend