‘Diagnosis‘. The dreaded moment when you’re looking at an Oncologist and waiting to be given some news. I’d been to a routine annual Asthma clinic, referred to my GP, referred to a specialist, had a bunch of tests and now referred to an Oncologist.
Rewind 2 months to May 2010…… I was happily working, getting stuff done, making things work. I had sufficient autonomy and freedom of manoeuvre. I felt in control. I’m happy as a pig in the proverbial! My annual Asthma clinic comes along and it’s an opportunity to work at home for the day….yahoo – no commuting! “Hi Ronny” – “Hi Liz”. Blah Blah Blah. However, glad Liz was taking it seriously – I just wanted to get back to my laptop, things to do…… After the usual tests and checks, we commenced the AOB (any other business) – “I think I’m a bit lighter than I thought I was”….”Did you mean to lose the weight?”…..”no”. Just to be sure, Liz gave me a blood test form. Had I known at the time that this was probably the most important document I might have ever held in my hand, I would have driven straight down to Bournemouth Hospital and had the test done. However, this form sat in my in-tray for around three weeks…… I was too busy on my laptop, things to do…….. To cut a long story short, my blood results were not right and the discrepancy needed further investigation. I even went on holiday to Barbados not thinking anything was wrong. In hindsight, I’m glad I didn’t know. One thing led to another and on 26 July 2010 I met with an Oncologist. He dispensed the news that I had a metastatic and incurable Cancer and without treatment I would eventually die and perhaps pretty soon (…. I did ask!)
I no longer felt in control
But thank you Liz – I often think what might have transpired without that blood test.
Listen to me explaining my diagnosis here: CLICK for the video.
thanks for reading
p.s. I’m still here though!