I had had one hope for 2022, and that was to enjoy my birthday this year, given the previous two birthdays had been extremely difficult, to say the least. And lucky me – I managed to have a lovely birthday, with lovely weather, but sadly the whole time I had the question of cancer lurking in the back of my mind (and my throat). A friend and I sat in a bubbling hot tub at a gorgeous spa hotel, talking about the tonsil, and I couldn’t shake off the worry of what was about to happen if / when cancer was confirmed, and how my life was about to be turned completely upside down.
10 days after my birthday, I finally had my ENT appointment. My ENT consultant turned out to be my neighbour, who I had never met before despite the fact we live on the same street. He told me he was very concerned about the tonsil and mentioned the word tumour. Again, cancer wasn’t expressly mentioned, but he was worried. Very worried. He booked me in for an MRI scan 3 days later, as well as a biopsy and blood tests. I am very grateful to him for pushing everything through so quickly for me. I went home with my head spinning.
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