Five years on

In July 2014 I longed for the time to pass, I longed for 2,3,4,5 years down the line. At least then I’d know, well I’d either be all good or, well dead.

Today I went to see my oncologist, well I saw a registra I’ve never met, she was keen to tell me all about my bone mets. I tried to stress that the biopsy came back clear, my actual real life oncologist (consultant) has always said that she didn’t believe that it was bone mets, my initial scans were exactly the same as the one that got reported on upon my diagnosis and were dismissed, my bone scan are all clear, and above all I have no symptoms.

Nope, apparently I have bone mets. I’ve not had a bone injection for 10 months becuase my incompetent dentist decided to pull my tooth, so now I have to wait to get yet another CT scan to see if the “bone mets” have increased or spread to other organs, I think this is CT No 16.

This whole thing is wearing very thin. Most days now I want to stay in bed, the light inside of me is dim.

I’ve had enough.

Seriously.