The Diagnose

In the spring of 2009 I had an itch near my armpit and I thought I had found a minuscule lump but after some more prodding around I couldn't find it again. I never gave it another thought until July 2009, when I had another itch and this time the lump was quite easy to find. It was still very, very small and I debated whether to visit my GP or not. The fact I was on holiday made my decision for me, as I didn't have to take any time off work so I called and went in that very same afternoon. The doctor assured me that it didn't feel like a cancerous lump but she wanted me to go to the hospital to be on the safe side.
A few days later I was having a mammogram, ultrasound and examination. Nothing was picked up on the mammogram. The ultrasound and examination confirmed my finding, but again both the doctor and ultrasound practitioner said it all looked normal and not to worry, but they did do a biopsy.

10 days or so later I returned to be told that there was abnormal cell activity and they wanted to do a further core biopsy to determine if it was cancerous. Those 10 days seemed like forever. When the time came to return I wasn't surprised when as I was ushered into the doctor’s room, a nurse and another doctor came in with me. I just knew it was cancer before he told me.

As crazy as it sounds I had always known that I would get cancer. In hindsight if I had known that, why didn't I change my diet and lifestyle to prevent it? I was from the school of thought that thinks medical doctors know best with their surgery, radiotherapy and chemotherapy and the only way of beating the disease was to follow their advice. My diet was good and I ate lots of vegetables and fruit with very little processed food, went for a bicycle ride everyday, and did Pilates 3 times a week. I never got ill and whilst everyone around me would go down with various colds, coughs and flu, I seemed to be immune so I must have been healthy, or so I thought!