As update from this mornings update.
I have this morning 0900 hrs been contacted by my specialist by telephone. The initial test results are clear and negative for bowel caner. I am not out of the woods by any mean feat at all yet though. I have now to go back to him for further tests later this week.
This is the first hurdle only for me as I still have to face further tests in the next wee.
Just in explanation for all so as previously posted, I remain transparent in whole on this thread.
The reason I am so terrified of cancer is that I watched both my maternal grandparents pass away when I was but a child from cancer. My grandmother in particular had a rather nasty, slow and agonizing time in the days proceeding her death. This is the particular strain of cancer i am now facing.
When I was discharged from the armed forces, I decided not to change my chosen professional path and went straight back into nursing, Geriatric terminal Oncology within the private sector. I have sat with and supported nearly 300 terminal patients and witnessed some of the most agonizing deaths I would much rather forget. Some of these have been so horrific I will always live with those memories.
The reason I have taken this step and "come clean" with everyone is the absolute distress I have witnessed over those harrowing years as an end of life Nurse carer. I was a senior carer in the private sector and responsibility fell squarely on my shoulders. I attended every single funeral for every patient I had who had sadly passed away before I finished my career in nursing and went into Law Enforcement. Clearly this encompassed me having to deal with horrific and terrifying situations as a result. I have always chosen this type of career path as I felt so helpless as an abused child I simply never wanted to see anyone else suffer like I did, I got it WRONG. I should have diversified myself away from the emergency services / caring sector because the resulting consequences were felt like a Tsunami 3 years ago with my total and complete breakdown post diagnosis.
I apologize if I appear to be rambling but I feel that at the age of nearly 45 years old it is about time I was brutally honest, not only with others and fess up to what is actually going on with my life but I have to be 100% brutally honest with myself.
I am so so very grateful for all the kind responses I have received on this thread words simply cannot express.
Thank you.
Laurence