After my op in Barts I stayed in hospital for another week, the second night after the op I was very feverish and the morphine was making me delirious, it was a very long night I can tell you! The next morning I resolved to get up and start to walk around, the nurses had helped me get off the bed and sit on a chair the day before, and it was like torture, so I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but I managed it, I held on to my IV trolley and started to walk around the ward, I kept this up all day, and the nurses eventually removed the morphine and catheter and I was free of all the paraphanalia finally!

It was such a relief, every day I kept on walking and by the Sunday afternoon after a blood transfusion, my husband and youngest daughter came up to visit me, I surprised them by meeting them outside and persuaded my husband to take me out for a meal! We walked over to the nearby Italian restaurant and we sat outside as the sun was still shining and it was really warm, the poor waiter looked a bit taken aback when he saw me as I had on my nightdress, dressing gown and slippers, my arms were black and blue from the drips and injections I was receiving and my hair was stuck to my head! He was very sweet though and I ordered a plate of scrambled eggs, mmm they were good and so was the homemade lemonade! Next to us sat an oldish lady with two young men, she sounded like something out of Absolutely Fabulous and was plying the men with red wine, it was very entertaining for me Darling!!

I can remember the day one of the nurses wheeled her trolley over with her tools of torture, she was going to remove some of my staples, I hid under the sheets and she finally coaxed me out! She was so kind she laughed and told me that it wouldn’t hurt at all and to close my eyes and say a little prayer with her! So we said the Hail Mary and I pretended that I hadn't seen the horrible contraption that looked like a giant pair of nail clippers!

I had to return to the hospital for my results and was finally told that I had Stage 3C cancer, they believed it started in the endometrium and I would be undergoing chemo and radiotherapy. I couldn’t believe it what a shock, after all my trips to the GP and made to feel like I was wasting their time I had Cancer! As the consultant broke the news to me I had to stop him as my body would not stop shaking and I couldn’t take in what he was saying! This couldn’t be happening to me surely?