The pain from the tumour the last 2 weeks is starting to increase, I'm trying my best to work from home & go in occasionally but I just feel terrible & useless around the house also. My stomach cramps are getting progressively worse, My bowel movements are up to about 20 a day( I shit you not) & the fatigued has broken me after many years of getting up for running or working about 5am, 8am is about I can currently manage.
So Sunday 4th July I start trying to help with a little housework, Just a simple thing of folding clothes and putting them away but then crash bang wallop I collapse and hit the floor in the bedroom which feels like I was out for about 30 seconds.
I come around and Michelle gets me lying flat on the bed while an ambulance is despatched to myself. Two kind paramedics come and see to me, They check what they need to and decide best course of action is too take me to the QE Hospital A&E department. So my first ever ride in an ambulance at the young age of 45.
I'm seeing pretty quick in all fairness considering the ongoing balls up of Johnson & Hancocks Covid plans. Couldn't fault the care on the day.
After seeing a few doctors they put my collapse down to my anxiety following the diagnosis & worrying too much(Yeah, Try not to worry when you've been told you have Cancer). So I'm sent home to relax!.
The next day ends up worse if that is even possible.
I'm really sick in bed and struggling to get up, It's not just fatigue this feels like something different.
Michelle phones 111 and is advised to get me back to A&E.
My parents are a godsend & soon drive the half hour from home to pick me up and take me the Hospital.
I'm told that I should be seen very quickly after also been taken in yesterday but this time no chance of it happening, Just over 5 hours sat in a 1980s school plastic chair was uncomfortable, A&E is overrun today but doctors & nurses still trying they very best in a pandemic. Doesn't help with Alcoholics & people with drug problems causing trouble but then everyone has their own demons to deal with just wish more help was available for them instead of people saying disgusting things about alcoholics & druggies, Not everyone knows what goes on.
Anyway back to ME!, I eventually get seen by a doctor who to be honest doesn't seems that interested in me. He just says no point getting a specialist down, It's too late & won't do anything now anyway. Doctor says I'm only in my conservative stage of cancer whatever that means & I'll still be here in 2 years. 2 years I'd like to be here abit longer like say another 10 to 20 years please. After that I'm free to go yet again.
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