The appointment came for 10th March to finally meet Mr Mullerat, my surgeon. Steve and I went together and mom stayed at our house. Now we knew that the cancer was in my Cecum and therefore had decided to name my cancer Harry. In the waiting room others joined us and we soon noticed who had a Harry as like me the pain was on their faces. We were on the conveyor belt of Harry’s, one of a long sad line of people who were waiting for surgery, tests, results, appointments and then dare like us to look to the future.
We went in and Mr Mullerat was joined by a cancer nurse. He explained about Harry, were he was and the operation to follow, that it would be done by keyhole as recovery was quicker. This Portuguese man who I had never met was going to take Harry away. He was also going to grant me the two biggest wishes which was no bag and I could have the surgery at Wycombe, thank you.
He could see the pain I was in and told me to start taking painkillers, two paracetamol and two ibuprofen together 3 times a day and that if I needed another dose I could have one more lot. I had done weeks of pain, holding on to it, feeling it everyday but suddenly the need to feel it seemed silly and even harder to explain to anyone other than myself so I started to take painkillers. I think I felt it was real that I was ill after all and Mr Mullerat and his team who I didn’t know were going to take the cancer away and I’d be okay, cancer free at last and then I could surely get back to my life, one without cancer in it daily.
We were then taken away into another room with the cancer nurse who apologised for not being in touch with us beforehand, that I had slipped through the cancer nurse support net and that although she was retiring the next day I would now receive support. She did call me the next day to see how I was but that was the last I heard from the cancer support nurses.
The operation date was scheduled for March 31st and Mr Mullerat said that if he could he would bring it forward and that the great news was that the CT scan had shown that my lungs were clear, good news at last.