The 2nd Warning Signs

Quote of the Day:

‘I believe in intuition and inspiration…

At times I feel certain I am right while not knowing the reason’ – Albert Einstein

If the absolute worst that could happen to you is that your are wrong for following your gut and body that something isn’t quite right despite what others are telling you. Then surely that’s a risk worth taking? – Rachel Cummings

The start of the subtle changes

It was August 2021 we had just been on holiday to Wales for a week which proved to be rather more stressful than holidays should be possibly be. I won’t go into too much detail but when I look back on all the events that had happened in the months prior, I wonder if they may have triggered stress and subsequently my brain tumours. This is something I will never likely know but something I don’t ever intend on finding out. But it is why I feel so strongly that living a stress-free life is key to health (both mental and physical).This month proved to be probably one of the most traumatic months in my life to date. Despite my blogs I have never gone into specific detail about all the events that happened up to and during my 2nd diagnosis of cancer. For me I avoided it because I wanted to focus all my energy on my health and delving too much into this part of my life brings with it negative energy, anger and upset about all that I have been through and what could have happened if I hadn’t trusted my gut.

It’s only now just over two years later I feel comfortable about sharing these thoughts, the events, the subtle signs in the hope that if someone is reading this, they might find similarities within themselves or a friend/family member that could possibly lead to an early diagnosis (not that I wish for anyone to go through some of the things I have experienced). It’s sort of facing my demons too. Even typing this a wave of emotions are coming over me which is probably a good sign to let it out. Either that or it’s that special time and Ste will be in for a treat of mood swings, suggestions of divorce, death threats and crying. But that’s a totally different blog maybe (perrimenopausalandme!).

A gut feeling

After the holiday I started back at work again (working from home) and the first sign to all this (in my opinion to the appearance of the brain tumours) was that I couldn’t remember my log in details to my works computer. Now if you’re like me any more than 1 weeks break for work and you struggle to remember what you actually do for a living never mind your password. Now I had tried to be compliant for once and changed my password on the recommendation of IS security training. Problem was I couldn’t remember the new one! Ultimately having several attempts and locking myself out. 

I managed to phone the IT department at work who unfortunately couldn’t unlock it remotely which meant I had to get the train to Manchester to get it reset.  Whilst in the office thankfully I decided to tidy my locker as I had hardly step foot in there since COVID and it was my birthday the day prior to the offices being shut so I had some presents and food which no doubt the resident mice would have loved if I hadn’t removed them.

It was so strange walking along the office floor where once so many people had worked together. I remember thinking I miss that (I still do). Despite the long commute and opportunity for work/life balance I have to say there is a lot to be said for PROPER human connection and talking to people face to face to resolve things. Plus, you can waste at least a good half hour in the kitchen talking about random stuff to the poor bloke that wanted to grab a quick coffee, which I was very good at.

Anyway, I went back downstairs and was chatting to someone in IT while they sorted out my laptop and this time, I changed it to something I could remember…. (PASSWORD!).

This was the same day I was expecting a phone call from Professor Board about my latest CT scan. Typically, I got the phone call whilst on a packed train so couldn’t really hear properly and didn’t really want to start asking random things. She said the CT scan results were great asked if I was feeling ok, I just said I was tired and she said she would make another appointment for 6 months’ time. Little did I know that approximately one-week later things would dramatically change for the worse. 

The subtle signs

I was very busy at work and if totally honest had too much on. I was definitely spread too thinly over too many different things multitasking from one thing to the next which didn’t help. It was month end reporting which is always a busy time especially when everyone is on annual leave. I remember messaging a colleague saying I had really bad headaches and I was struggling she suggested it might be the menopause. I couldn’t concentrate at all I had brain fog. I remember I had to put a certain meditation music on just to write my reports. On one particular occasion I was on a team call with a couple of senior members and when asked a simple question I just got really upset because I couldn’t recall simple events just a couple of weeks ago. I later wrote an email to apologise and explain as it was out if character.

I wasn’t sleeping at all. I would be up at 2/3am in the morning tired but not being able to sleep. I was starting to struggle with my movement and it was like I had lost my spatial awareness in that I was bumping into things at home that had been there for ages i.e., kitchen units, worktops, doors. I remember one night falling out of bed because I couldn’t work out where I was. Ste as empathetic as ever woke up and said what the f*ck are you doing as my head was on the floor and legs akimbo next to the bed. I think he thought I was just messing about. 

As days passed my speech then started to get worse it was like I wasn’t in control anymore. So, I phoned the doctors and had a telephone conversation, told him my symptoms and he agreed to a face-to-face appointment with me a couple of days later.

On the face-to-face appointment Ste came with me initially but it went on for that long that my mum ended up having to take over sitting with me as Ste had to go back to work and I was unable to drive. A few days prior I had nearly crashed my car into the kebab shop as my foot just wouldn’t move off the accelerator when my brain told it to. This really scared and upset me as I knew I wasn’t in control. Thankfully I had the sense (for once in my life) to tell Ste and didn’t drive the car after that. In fact, I haven’t drove a car for two years now which I really miss. I lost some independence, but one day hopefully I can drive again but small steps (literally).

At the appointment the doctor got me to do a simple memory test and to be honest I got them all right. It wasn’t short term memory, I was struggling with it was stuff that happened a few weeks ago. I was also tested for walking in a straight line, blood tests were taken which only showed elevated B12 levels. B12 is what usually vegans lack due to lack of meat however mine were showing really high which was ironic as I was vegan at this time. A number of other checks were carried out in my ear and an abdominal examination were all done. An ECG was also requested which came back fine.

Ste managed to come back and my mum went home. The doctor came to the conclusion that I was depressed. Offered me talking therapy for which there was a wait he said. At this point I declined. Deep down in my gut I knew this wasn’t depression.  This is not in any way undermining any symptoms or diagnosis of depression. I know that this can be such a terrible illness but I felt my symptoms weren’t that of someone depressed. So, I went away awaiting a further abdominal scan and collected my sleeping tablets that had been prescribed feeling as though my issues weren’t fully addressed. As the days passed my symptoms got worse and worse. I lost full mobility in my right arm. Both me and Ste thought I maybe I had a stroke.

Thankfully Ste works for a private medical company and as a family member could arrange an online consultation with a GP for me. When I told the Dr my symptoms and previous diagnosis of Melanoma, she immediately said I should arrange for an urgent MRI and to see a Neurologist. She said she would request one via the private medical company however would write a note for me to send to my existing oncologist team to see if they could arrange an MRI sooner. We did and thanks to the my oncologists/skin care team a few days later I had my MRI. 

The results weren’t good nor was the location I received them in. I was in B&Q with my mum for a change of scenery looking for tiles for the BBQ area I wanted to finish (when things like this happen it’s I have a desire to complete all the unfinished jobs around the house similarly as to when I was pregnant, it’s a bit like nesting). My mum had gone looking at plants which she often does and can disappear for hours if you let her. I was mid conversation with the Neurologist whom was telling me the results of the scan and that I had three brain tumours. I saw my mum looking for me and didn’t want her to hear the conversation so kept walking down various aisles to get away from her. In my own way I just wanted to deal with it myself and protect her. I finished the call. When she asked I just made something up and said it was a follow up about an appointment.

A few days later we had a another telephone appointment with a different Neurologist. This time Ste was present, the news wasn’t good he basically said that they might not be able to do anything at all for me. I was heartbroken so was Ste I remember we both laid on the bed crying. Ste was going to cancel football training (he was helping coaching). But I said not too as it was only him doing it that night so we both went. I took the dog for a little stroll whilst he coached. I remember watching Archie trying to savour every bit of him in thinking surely this can’t be it for me. I have so much to live for and besides I haven’t even finished tiling the BBQ area we made.

Lessons Learned

  1. Trust your instincts. If others don’t be persistent. 
  2. Look for the warning signs, in my case these were;
    1. Headaches
    2. Loss of movement
    3. Memory loss/Brain fog
    4. Changes in speech
    5. Mobility issues – (one of my tumours was left hand side so I lost mobility in my right hand side)
    6. Lack of sleep 
  3. If you’re taking on too much, stop. Prioritise what is important and what is achievable, somethings will have to suffer as result otherwise issues never get resolved you become the one letting people down.
  4. Don’t abuse the NHS it is amazing and I we are so lucky to have it. The treatments I have received have been life saving. However, don’t be afraid of seeking alternative opinions if your gut tells you too.
  5. Don’t dwell on negative energy. Writing this has brought some negative emotions to the forefront but hopefully for some benefit of the greater good. It might take me a couple of weeks to get back into my Happy Space after this but hopefully I can let a few more things go and put them behind me.

For more advice on symptoms for Brain Tumours please see the following links:

https://www.thebraintumourcharity.org/

https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/brain-tumours/

https://www.cancerresearchuk.org/about-cancer/brain-tumours/symptoms

The Second Chance

Poem of the Day

See It Through – by Edgar A Guest 1917

When you’re up against a trouble,

Meet it squarely, face to face;

Lift your chin and set your shoulders,

Plant your feet and take a brace.

When it’s vain to try to dodge it,

Do the best that you can do;

You may fail but you may conquer,

See it through!

Black may be the clouds about you

And your future may seem grim

But don’t let your nerve desert you;

Keep yourself in fighting trim.

If the worst is bound to happen,

Spite of all that you can do,

Running from it will not save you,

See it through!

Even hope may seem but futile,

When with troubles you’re beset,

But remember you are facing

Just what other men have met.

You may fail, but fall still fighting;

Don’t give up, whatever you do;

Eyes front, head high to the finish.

See it through!

1 Year Ago

This last weekend marked my 1-year anniversary since I had my operation to remove the tumour in my brain. I didn’t even realise this until the weekend had passed because it was Archie’s birthday and we’ve all been pretty rough for one reason or another but less of the tales of woes more into the tale of, well woe!

In order to remove the tumour, I was to have a craniotomy which in a nut shell (ironic I used that term). This involves cutting your head open to carefully get the tumour out. I know I’ve just done a miscarriage of justice there as they don’t just let any random Joe loose with a scalpel (well at least I hope not). Leading up to the operation I had to isolate which to be honest felt pretty crap as it was Archie’s birthday (ironically these also happen each year along with anniversaries) and I couldn’t do anything with him to celebrate. But I’m sure he didn’t even notice when my dad and Ste took him to some Ninja place with a few friends.

I tried not to think too much about the operation, I didn’t even read the patient pre-op information I was given until the day before. For me wasting time worrying on something that is inevitable was wasted energy. I needed to just focus on being calm and prepared. I tried to find a quote that best described this feeling and came across this poem by Edgar A Guest written in 1917 which I think sums up how I thought of the operation (minus the ‘man’ reference). See although I knew this wasn’t going to be the most pleasant of experiences it was one, I had to endure in the hope of getting the bugger out and one more step in the direction of surviving this shitty disease once more. It was something I had to ‘See it Through’ for that higher purpose it was my second chance at life. To have not gone through with the operation well I’m not sure I would be here typing away.

I remember a couple of weeks prior to the operation the neuro surgeon (whom was absolutely fantastic) telling me what was going to happen and did I have any questions to which I think I replied ‘I just want it out’. What I was most impressed with is she actually talked to me, not Ste who was also in the room. She looked at me when she was telling me what would happen so I fully understood. Not all doctors and nurses do this especially when you have difficulty with speech. This gave me confidence especially when she said she would be doing the actual operation. All the consent forms where there ready for me sign as time was no doubt of the essence. I was literally booked in a couple of weeks later for the craniotomy.

Operation Day

The day of the operation Ste drove me to the hospital. I don’t remember feeling nervous but I remember wanting to say a proper goodbye to the kids that morning just in case (well I don’t think I need to say why). I remember also wanting to say a proper goodbye to Ste (whom can be very deadpan at times) and didn’t even give it a thought after carrying my bag was itching to go.  One of the nurses tried to carry the bag (to which I think they were probably thinking how much shit has she got in here). See what they didn’t know is I’d had done a spell in hospital that turned out a lot longer than planned so I put in all my worldly possessions in the bag plus a few big knickers just in case. However, my most valued ones were a letter and a poem from Ste, Daisy and Archie. A photo of Ste and the kids in a frame and some good luck charms (the rabbit’s foot I thought I best leave at home for fear of spreading myxomatosis!). The letter I got out a few times in hospital which I can say honestly spurred me on to keep going and I will treasure forever.

Ste wasn’t allowed any further due to COVID restrictions so I got a hug and said goodbye.  I was due to be first up which if you ever have an operation is great as it’s less time without food. I often wonder if it is best to be operated on Tuesday to Thursday as Monday they could be rough from the weekend and Friday, they could be itching to get home or have a pint in the local. I say this in jest as I’m pretty sure all surgeons are extremely professional and hardworking and unfortunately for them saving peoples lives comes with a price tag of responsibility and a sacrifice to the things, we take for granted. You can’t well just down tools (or scalpels) come 5 o’clock. I ended up being second on the list as some elderly lady went before me. I think she was quite nervous I tried to smile at her which probably in hindsight made her even more nervous of the crazy grinning lady, with wild hair sat across from her.

I don’t really remember much after that. All I know is I got wheeled down in the bed to the operating theatre. There was some issue trying to get a canular in my hand which ended up in multiple tries the next thing I knew I was in a recovery ward with a nurse and the Neuro surgeon asking if I was ok. I remember just feeling really cold and shivering. Apparently, I had demanded that she phoned Ste and let him know how the operation went to which amazingly she did. I honestly don’t remember saying this.

I was later wheeled to a ward in my bed which was to be my home for the next few days. I was first in the bay and the nurse asked where did I want to go. I definitely chose a window bay. Even if the view is pretty rubbish, it’s something to look at. I’m glad to say I still had the top of my head in tack and was not wearing a bobble hat! I think I must have drifted in and out of sleep I woke up having the weird sensation needed the toilet but then realised I had a catheter fitted which isn’t the most pleasant of feelings if you’ve ever had one. So as soon as the opportunity arose, I got this removed but this had the downside you had to take yourself to the toilet or pee in a paper cowboy hat which having brain surgery isn’t as easy as you might think.

Blue Stockings gang

Later on that day another lady arrived and was put across from me then two other ladies. Little did I know that these ladies would be there to support me as I was for them in the next following days. These ladies were part of our Blue Stocking gang. See I’m pretty sure it was our friend *Catherine whom came up with the name (being she was the more intellectual and worldly of us all). See Blue Stockings was a term used for literary intellectual women in the 18th century whom held ‘conversations’ with men of aristocracy with literately interests (yes, I have just ‘googled’ that). It also happens to be the colour of the ‘sexy’ stockings you are given in hospital to stop you getting deep vein thrombosis while led in bed. Either way I think it’s a pretty good name.

See at the time we were all in hospital COVID restrictions were in place so we weren’t allowed visitors at all. All of us had different ‘ailments’ should I say, it wasn’t a cancer ward. I had just had a brain tumour removed (which later was confirmed was Melanoma), one had fallen off a horse and damaged her shoulder quite badly, one had a slipped disc and the other had auto immune disorders. For a couple of days, I hardly knew what Tracey looked like as I couldn’t turn my head nor could she!!

Some of the Blue Stockings gang

I think because we didn’t have visitors was mainly why we bonded so much and these ladies did so much for me and I’m pleased to say we still remain friends and keep in contact regularly now. I remember on a couple of occasions Shantell helping me. One occasion I can remember her calling the nurses as my head was bleeding (I didn’t even realise to be honest) the other occasions unfortunately I had, had focal seizures so she ‘buzzed’ for a nurse to come and help to which I was extremely grateful as I had never had a seizure before. One time I had been trying to write in my journal so had a pen in my had then I think someone had mentioned about the blinds so I got up to attempt to sort them out and had a focal seizure whilst stood up, which as a result ending up me spinning round still holding the pen in my hand. I could only imagine it looked like a really shit game of Air Pictionary to Shantell who was led in the bed across.

We had some good conversations about our families and nearest and dearest and despite being in there together for such a short space of time I was sad to see them go. *Catherine went first and seemed happy to go as she was missing her daughter. Tracey was next so that left me and Shantell together. 

I had got upset as I was told I had to stay in due to the seizures. To be honest I had to admit that the seizures did make me feel quite vulnerable as it was something I had never experienced before and yet ‘another’ thing to add to the list. Shantell knew that I was upset and decided to cheer me up with a ‘girls’ film night. This basically meant her getting an I pad and sitting next to my bed whilst we both watched a film. I can’t even remember the film name I just remember thinking it was such a nice thing to do and definitely cheered me up.

Signs from above

Whilst in hospital my hair had was extremely knotted and matted due to the staples and the blood and I couldn’t have a shower to wash it so I messaged my friend Donna to see if she could give my dad some detangling spray to try and get the knots out. I also messaged my dad to bring in some supplies (not drugs I already had plenty of these) but Coke zero for Shantell, Nakd bars for me and the detangling spray. He wasn’t allowed to come in but when he dropped the supplies off I looked at the detangling bottle and this is what was on it. I asked my friend Donna if she had put it there and she knew nothing of it. All I can think is that maybe someone was watching over me after all.

                Lessons Learned

  1. Sometimes friendships can be made in the strangest of places.
  2. Always have faith that someone is watching over you even if they’re no longer here
  3. Don’t play Air Pictonary if you’re prone to seizures just in case as no-one will be able to guess it
  4. Some of the most invaluable things are the most valuable in certain situations
  5. Don’t give up whatever you do see it through