I`m currently devastated because my lovely sister has recently been diagnosed with cancer. She has suffered so much in recent years because she developed a neurological disease about 15 years ago which has reduced her from a fit active woman to being disabled and last year she also had both hips replaced because of severe pain. As if that wasn`t enough for her to cope with, she has now been diagnosed with endometrial cancer which has broken through the womb.
She has her operation on 7th September and the surgeon has told her he`ll do a total hysterectomy and lymph node removal but until he operates he won`t know whether the cancer is just touching her bowel or has attached itself to the bowel and if it has, she`s to have most of her bowel removed and a colostomy bag fitted. Whatever the outcome she`ll still have to face the follow up treatment of either chemo, radiotherapy, drug therapy or a combination of them.
Is she maudlin, nope. Is she panicking, nope. Is she sitting crying all day,nope. In fact the only thing on her mind is the fact her son gets married on 23rd September and even though the hospital have told her she possibly won`t be well enough to attend the wedding, she told them that even if she had to discharge herself and be pushed there in her wheelchair, nobody not even and I quote her and pardon her French " that mother f*cking Cancer " will stop her from seeing her only son get married for the first time at the age of 44.
You go sis, you go girl !