It was exactly 1 year ago that the bowel consultant at Worcester Royal confirmed to me that I had cancer. I did my first blog about this battle on the 27th July 2010 and you can read that here. By the 27th the CT scan results were in and the battle had took a more ominous turn. The cancer was in my bowel, but already a second front had opened with tumours in my liver. It was a scary time.
Many have shared my battle through this blog and seen me defeat the Big C on the bowel front, then watch me fight a chemical warfare with chemotherapy to defeat any covert operations that the enemy might have and to weaken the enemies resistance on the liver front. Then in May of this year we went for full on war on the liver front and I had major surgery – a liver resection to remove the Big C from my liver.
Friday 16th June, just two months after the liver resection was my first full day back at work. I had already been back at work part time for three weeks but from Friday I am full time. The enemy is all but defeated. However, this enemy fights dirty and often will continue to wage a guerilla warfare until such time as he can reopen a full frontal attack even when he appears to be utterly defeated.
My war has been fought under the careful management of three superb Generals. General Bowel, General Chemo and General Liver and although the war looks to be won they are taking no chances. the picture at the top of this blog shows my notice board in our kitchen and on it are dates for war councils.
First on the 28th July General Liver has arranged a CT scan, a covert fly over of enemy liver territory to check that there are no pockets of resistance remaining. He was concerned that when we closed the net around Big C it was cast close to the enemy in one part and maybe some enemy fighters slipped through a small part of the net. The reconnaisance CT scan should detect if any of these are lingering. This is a bit scary because if any are lingering then we must go back to full on war!
Secondly on the 2nd August General Bowel is having a consultation to review the war so far and look at how we will secure the borders in the future. Thirdly on the 16th August General Chemo has aked for a consultation with me for a similar reason. Chemical warfare is nasty and often it inflicts as much damage on the defender as it does on the enemy. My numb feet are testament to that. Finally General Liver has called me back on the 30th September to discuss the results of the CT scan on the liver. General Liver has a laid back, confident style so he has set a date two months away but he knows that if the CT scan shows enemy resistance he will bring his consultation forward to open the front again quickly.
In war terms, on the liver front we invaded enemy territory, destroyed the enemy but also destroyed the ground on which the battle was fought, but in this case the ground has grown back. In just eight weeks the liver has regrown, so basically if the enemy has got pockets of resistance, so long as they are not knocking at the borders already but still mustering deep in enemy territory we can go back in and take them out again – and again – if necessary. General Liver has very shiny boots from kicking a lot of enemy ass!
So this is the situation one year on. Three Generals all heroes and all bedecked with medals from this and previous campaigns. But war heroes are not all Generals, there are district nurses who have tended my wounds in field hospitals that deserve medals, who have come out of the hospital and down to Beastie Folly at times to help with the war. Chemo nurses who have had to handle dangerous weaponry and administer it with love and care. Nurses and Doctors on wards, fresh after major battles have fought hard to fix me up quickly, ready to do battle again. Having a major liver resection on the Monday and to be out and home again just 5 days later on the Saturday is absolute testament to how good the surgeons, doctors and nurses are at the Queen Elizabeth in Birmingham!
Finally though, there is one nurse, one soldier, who stands out supreme in this war and that is Major Peanut. She has been with me, by my side, every step of the way, attended every war council, every chemotherapy battle, seen every war wound and administered the best love and care throughout. She has given me the strength to fight this with smiles throughout. Her dedication to duty knows no bounds and there is no medal I know of big enough to give her. She has my love always.