The last month has been a total roller coaster and I think we’ve both felt all the emotions on a daily basis. Oscar's gone from loosing almost too much weight, to piling on the pounds! From finding it hard to find clothes that fit, to growing out of new favourite outfits in less than a week! I can’t remember the last time I had a properly hot cup of tea but who cares because I’m back to drinking it by the bucket load and loving every caffeinated mouthful. We’ve both mastered life on a lot less sleep, and accepted the fact that all our clothes will always be covered in either milk or sick and we’re both still smiling.
I wouldn’t change a single second of it and I am forever grateful to this beautiful little boy, who lets face it pretty much saved my life! We were back at the hospital today to get an ultrasound on little mans hip because it was a bit click-y when he was born. Seeing him all cute and curled up on the exact same bed we had our very first ultrasound, the one where we were told there was a 50/50 chance he’d make it, made me feel all sorts of emotional and reminded me of the crazy year we’ve had. The countless appointments and constant uncertainty over the outcome of everything. I can't believe just how lucky we have been over the last 9 months. To top it all off his hips are absolutely fine, he got a clean bill of heath and it’s a huge weight off our minds.
And the good news just keeps on coming...
Two weeks ago I had my second TURBT surgery as a day patient. It was done under spinal again as GA and postpartum don’t mix. So it meant I was awake again for the whole thing, which meant I got the good news straight from my surgeon almost right away. There didn’t appear to be any new signs of cancer in my bladder. The three tiny tumours seen at my last cystoscopy in September were in fact scar tissue from the previous op and not the cancer returning so soon! Obviously biopsies were taken and we hope to have the official confirmation of this in a few weeks.
Two weeks ago I had my second TURBT surgery as a day patient. It was done under spinal again as GA and postpartum don’t mix. So it meant I was awake again for the whole thing, which meant I got the good news straight from my surgeon almost right away. There didn’t appear to be any new signs of cancer in my bladder. The three tiny tumours seen at my last cystoscopy in September were in fact scar tissue from the previous op and not the cancer returning so soon! Obviously biopsies were taken and we hope to have the official confirmation of this in a few weeks.
The best bit of all is that there is no need for the chemo just yet! I can enjoy the run up to Christmas and the first few months with our little man, without having to think about further treatment. We've been able to delay everything until March next year.
Because of the nature of bladder cancer and probably also because of all the postpartum hormones I’ve had a hard time letting such good news sink in. I feel like the shadow of cancer is going to hang over me for quite a long time to come but I also know that each little victory absolutely should be celebrated and I'm working on it. I’m beyond excited for our next adventure, getting to know our little man and learning to make the absolute most of life with or without cancer!
Thanks for reading,
Katie xxx
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