When I got sick I was presented with a choice
The Cancer Diagnosis
As I lay on the sofa, tears streaming down my face, I swam against the choppy emotions of despair, fear, grief and anxiety – each one threatening to overwhelm me.
The reason for my despair was depressingly robust. I had found out from a gynaecologist that the benign cyst removed from my left ovary ten weeks before was cancerous. It had taken so long to get the lab results as the cyst hadn’t looked suspicious and in over 99% of cases are benign. My shock was confounded by the fact I thought I felt a small lump in my vagina the day before.
This wasn’t of huge concern…until suddenly it was.
How was I going to cope when I couldn’t even sit upright? I spent two days crying on the sofa with all the usual thoughts running. How could this happen to me? I’m so young and fit. 99% of these cysts aren’t cancerous. This is so unfair. Round and round and down and down I went. If you’ve had a cancer diagnosis, you get it.