to be (terminal) or not to be (terminal) with apologies to Shakespeare!
When I last posted back in November, following my abscesses malarkey, I had just been informed my MRI scan showed I had mets in my liver and I was now terminal. This was told me during doctors' ward rounds by, presumably, the duty registrar and his team. Not only was I devastated to be told my chemo was now stopped and I had a few months to a year to live but so were my family and friends. Can you believe at the next consultant's appt (the following week) I was told the MRI scan showed the 'mets' were benign and I had my life back again. How could this happen? Has anyone else had this experience? Just to update - in December I had vaginal bleeding so back to A &E who discovered, and removed, a polyp from my uterus. The doctor could see nothing to alarm her in there but I am still waiting for the biopsy results from that. However, I am now back on chemo and had 2 consecutive rounds of treatment for the first time - yipeee!(something usually crops up to defer the next one!) Am hopeful for another next week so am concentrating on keeping well. Hope you all had a good Christmas and the New Year brings good fortune. Kate