Patient Stories

Lucy's story

Lucy (far right) at our Macmillan 'pod' opening

I was diagnosed with breast cancer in October 2011 at the age of 32.Then last year we found that it had moved to my liver, bones and lung.

Cancer is often depicted as a fight we must win. All too often we hear of someone losing that battle. As if it was their battle, and theirs alone. As if theyíve somehow failed in their mission. As if they personally havenít given a good enough shot at it. This is a solitary and isolating description and ultimately, I feel, a negative one.
 
The fight analogy is also a really tired clichť. Thanks to the years of research and the work of oncologists, it no longer has to be the battle it once was. Only this week there were reports of more and more people living with cancer for longer.

Cancer doesnít have the brain, mind or well-planned strategy to go into battle. So letís not honour it with that status.

Personally I see cancer as having a job, itís a rubbish job, one of the worst you can have, and the pay is terrible, but itís a job nonetheless. You wonít want to get up and go to work every day, but you do and you must. There are days when you canít be bothered, the days when you are throwing up and your whole body aches. And there are the days when itís a bit easier.
 
But as we all know, the things that help you through the day are the people you work with. And the same goes for cancer - itís the support group around you that helps you carry on. Iím lucky in that I have an amazing group of family and friends who are with me every step of the way. They let me cry when I need to and help me carry on as normal when I donít. It's not just me who is affected by cancer, it's everyone around me.

But sadly, some people are not so lucky, and thatís why Macmillan nurses are so important, providing a shoulder to cry on and a sympathetic ear. Cancer treatment isnít just about drugs that are pumped through your veins, itís about having the means and strength to get the job done.
 
 
January 2015