A blog about Rectal Cancer, and the roller-coaster it takes you on. No matter how sick you start to feel you just can't get off until it stops - one way or another - and in the meantime life goes on pretty much as normal.
So this is a blog both about rectal cancer and life going on as normally as possible... :-)
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I'm Carole, living in London, happily married and mum to two amazing boys.I was diagnosed with Stage 3 Rectal Cancer in April 2010.
Surgery took place in November 2010 and I now have a permanent colostomy...Spinal mets were then diagnosed in October 2011...In January 2012 I was told of further spread to the hip area (multiple lesions)..My life expectancy is now 6-9 months. Walk alongside me on the last part of my experience with this..
Those of you who have followed my blog along will remember that whilst I was in hospital recovering James took over the blog and kept everyone updated. Despite his own worries he managed to keep that smile on his face and convince everyone around him that all in the garden was rosy.
That is very much in keeping with James' personality. He's always been a smiley, happy, content and loving boy (now he's a man of course - but he'll always be my boy)
31 years ago today I gave birth to this little scrap of a thing and remember looking down at the cot and thinking 'Oh God! What have I done, how can I bring up a child on my own with no money, no job, no backup' (his Dad had decided he didn't want children after I found out I was having him)...I think at that point most people expected me to fail.
But I've never really been a quitter - somehow we got through it all together. I grew up WITH James ...in fact, I grew up rapidly overnight then continued to do my growing up with him.
James was always conscious of the fact that we didn't have much money in the early days - he never asked for the things that his friends all had, refused even to have an ice-cream in the park when he was a little boy until he'd asked 'how much does it cost mummy?'
Birthdays and Christmas were special times when I always made sure he got something really special, something I knew he'd had his eye on but would never have asked for. He always appreciated even the smallest of things.
In short, my boy has always been one in a million - we survived the odds together and I look at him now - married to the most beautiful girl, a home owner, good job with a future and feel nothing but admiration and total love for him.
Have a fantastic day James :-)
From this little scrap below
To this gorgeous man.....
Happy Birthday to my first born, very special, son James xxxx