Well, not exactly today, but in the week before Mother's Day in 1991 Husband had his cancer diagnosis.
It all happened very quickly, from first seeing the doctor to being diagnosed to being hospitalised. Six 5-day stays in hospital interspersed with top-up injections. It was supposed to be one week in hospital, two home, but on a couple of occasions his blood cells hadn't recovered sufficiently so all in all he was off work for about six months.
He'd come home from hospital feeling rough, would just start to feel a bit better, and then would be walloped again with the 'Molotov cocktail'. He had medication to fight side-effects and more medication to fight the side-effects of the anti-side-effects medication. They were rough days.
But he's still here to tell the tale. Our debt to the NHS and its wonderful staff, as well as all the scientists working to find a cure, is enormous.
5 comments:
How wonderful! Continued good health!
That's so good to hear - a great success story.
That must have been a very scary and stressful time for you both. But he's a fighter and kicked cancer's ass! Good for him!
That's good to hear Liz. Long may his good health continue.
Sending a cheer - yay!
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