Tumours in my pelvis and spine have proved harder to reach but that only increases my belief in Nivolumab. Those bone nodules appeared just before my treatment started. So imagine if the drug had been around when I was diagnosed and had surgery in October 2014. Would I have been cured by now?
I wish I could find the right words to express how it felt completing my first two live shows, as I stepped back on stage for gigs at The Vortex and PizzaExpress Jazz Club over the last month. After the dark year of recovery from cancer, I had returned to health to fulfil my lifelong dream... and at the age of 72.
A question I heard a lot back then and I still hear now from Centre visitors is 'could I have done anything to prevent it?' Many of these people also end up with a feeling of guilt, thanks to all the news stories about causes that lead them to think they are to blame for their cancer, which coupled with the fear of their diagnosis does not help them on their recovery journey.
While I cannot be thankful for my cancer in most respects, we need to be grateful for my doctors and treatments for giving me the chance to fight this illness. And if there ever comes a time when the treatments no longer work, I need you all to know that I will always be grateful for having lived my life with you in it. And I hope you feel the same about me.
To be honest, it's difficult to capture all my emotions during the past two-and-a-bit years of my life. I've learnt that having cancer does not necessarily mean life changes too dramatically - although perhaps I was lucky (a word I've used more since diagnosis) to have caught my sarcoma early.
It becomes very easy to be frustrated with your own body, but really, I am proud of my body. I am proud of my body for surviving this. Cancer treatment has put my body through a great amount of stress, but no matter what has been thrown at it, my body has pulled through and has managed to deal with all of it - my body really is amazing..
I hope through sharing this we can help other women in similar situations. I know I can only speak for myself and I was lucky enough that the nipple-sparing surgery still enabled me to keep some resemblance of what was previously there, but if my experience helps one woman feel slightly better about their future or less scared then I will be happy.
I feel in control, I feel positive, and I feel myself healing. I am happy with my medical choices, but I know that it is equally thanks to my positive attitude, and the spiritual work I am doing in parallel, that I am on my path to healing. I have taken myself out of the statistics, and I am urging you, fellow cancer survivors, to take control, find your cure, and take yourself out of the statistics as well!
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So, the UK has decided it is best to 'go it alone.' This decision has made me more profoundly sad than I have ever been about a vote in the UK. After the initial shock last Friday of the decision to leave the EU, this week we've all begun to reflect on what the vote will mean to our individual lives, our work, our families and our futures.
Politics and health evoke similar feelings. As the fall out of Brexit and uncertainty continue, life refuses to feel normal. I can't help thinking, I am glad this did not happen, when I was undergoing cancer treatment.
Well, here I am. Backstage at the PizzaExpress Jazz Club in Soho, ready for my comeback gig. I can't say this journey has been easy. Getting back on stage at the age of 72 is hard enough. But coming back from beating cancer of the oesophagus has made it almost impossible at times.
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