My Battle With Cancer

I had to fight with ovarian cancer.

I do not mind telling people about my story and how it all started, it will help people understand what to look for and how I actually felt during the journey to fight with him.

I'll try to explain as best I can, but I was so sick I can not remember half the dates so I'll explain shortly.

It all started back in December of 2009 I was only 17 at that time. My stomach felt all bloated and I just felt really sluggish and my mom actually asked me if I was pregnant, I obviously knew I was not, but she made me suspicious.

So I am endlessly trip to the doctor and he said that it was just a prison, so we provided a variety of laxatives every time I went up. I've also had countless trips up & E waits within hours doctors to see me just tell me to go home, do some exercise and eat something. By this time I was so sick stomach looked like I was past 9 months pregnant (no exaggeration). I could not eat, drink or sleep properly, even though I looked great I was losing tons of weight underneath it all.

I've had loads of blood and x-rays and the doctors kept saying I was a prison, even though deep down I knew it was something more, but what can you do? You just take what the doctors tell you, because they know right?

I've had loads of blood and x-rays and the doctors kept saying I was a prison, even though deep down I knew it was something more, but what can you do? You just take what the doctors tell you, because they know right?

I've had loads of blood and x-rays and the doctors kept saying I was a prison, even though deep down I knew it was something more, but what can you do? You just take what the doctors tell you, because they know right?

This night I went to the hospital, everyone could see that I was seriously ill so far, my skin is dry whites of the eyes were yellow and cracked lips alone. I stayed over-night and the next day I had a CT scan, and the results came back that I was 'drunk' ovaries. Well it could've been anything, so the next night I was transferred to another hospital. At this point I really do not know what to think, I was just so sick my mind is all over the place.

Therefore, the results of my scan and it came, and obviously I have cysts on one of my ovaries which was leaking fluid out of it what is causing the swelling, so I thought great somethings getting done about it and to the end , but not for a long shot yet. I had to go to ultra-sound scan that this bag attached to my stomach to leak fluid before I have surgery to remove my ovary, it is about about 3 days to do, and they transport about 14 liters of fluid from me which is about about 3st in weight.

But it was not the end, it was just the beginning. I had to have surgery a few days after the removal of my ovary with the cyst and benign tumor from my other ovary, I still do not know I have cancer at this time. I went to my work, everything is going well, but it is shocking part, the day after my operation I was drugged up to my eyeballs are still not knowing what I got, the nurse came in and said something like, "MacMillan nurse will come at the minute and discuss the next step will be chemotherapy, "that's when I found out.

One of the MacMillan nurses came in afterwards and told me that she does not know what I would have chemotherapy, she tried to comfort me about not losing your hair, it was the thing I was most concerned about.

Okay so I'm out of the hospital, I was recovering from surgery to me very well, but I was still very weak, it is necessary to build up some strength before the next step, chemotherapy.

appointment came to see my counselor for the first time, and he would tell me all the nasty things that would have put into my body.

I was scared and nervous, and thought I was ready about what he said about me, but I was not. Everything was double Dutch to me and my parents and I can not bring yourself to absorb any of it.

Okay, so I had intensive chemotherapy for 3 months rather than all at once, but various intervals from him. It was around on my second cycle of chemotherapy that I was starting to lose hair started thinning out, and I would wake up every morning with more and more hair on my pillow, it felt like someone stabbed me in my heart, I was scared for his life. At the end you can see my scalp through what little hair I have left, I looked seriously ill at the moment, but I just can not bring myself shave it, I loved the hair too.

After a while the chemotherapy began to mess up my veins and every day that we'd change the cannula 3 times at least. This day took about 4 different people to try and get the cannula in me to start my chemotherapy, I was crying my eyes out in pain. Finally came the anesthesiologist, and managed to get one in my hands in an awkward position, it was about 21:00 and my counselor came in and said, "Tomorrow you will have a Hickman line fitted" (Hickman line is a tube that goes into your chest in the main vein, which is much higher than those in the hands), so I was relieved I could not take any more pain.

So I had my Hickman line fitted, and there were no problems after that, my final chemotherapy cycle went smoothly and I was much happier that I had to feel like a pin cushion.
But now I've survived cancer, is alive and well and regular blood tests and scans. Couldnt've I did it without my mom, dad and brother, though. They were with me at every step along the way.