Cancer Ward.

No surprise to me.

To many people, being told you have cancer comes as a terrible shock, as we fear the "C" word like no other; but to me, it came as no shock to find I had it this week.

Why?

I have a long list of inherited illnesses from my mother, and I surmised this had a high chance of happening as my late Uncle John, who I mentioned in my story - Lifeboat Heroes - died from cancer at my age (63). We do have a vast difference in lifestyles though, my uncle was a heavy smoker, and I gave up smoking over 20 years ago.

The fast-track.
It is now more than three months since the cancer was discovered, and I was "fast-tracked" to the Cancer clinic, and still, I await the biopsy. All I can say is I am glad my cancer only grows 0.75 cm a year, or by now, a biopsy would not be needed.
I have the date for the biopsy, it will be performed on September 3rd; after that, I will need to stay in the hospital for observation for several hours. 
At this rate, I should have my operation sometime around my birthday (October 18th). It is a good thing my cancer is not virulent, or I could die before it gets removed, or are they taking their time because the specialist knows it is not going to harm me.


While I have full confidence in the doctors and nurses. I have NO faith in the specialists especially as they never turn up to an appointment on time, the average wait for me is 40 minutes, and when you consider I am disabled and have to travel for two hours by bus, this makes it a long and exhausting day for me.
During the last chat with the specialist, who I have no faith in his abilities, he admitted there is the risk of the biopsy missing my cancer.


I am more concerned that my EDS will be the cause of my death as the list of foods I can eat gets less each week as the illness is restricting my throat.