December

I can't believe that it's almost four years since my diagnosis. At this time each year now, my mind goes back over the run-up to the verdict and all those feelings of anger resurface when I think of the medical professionals saying, "You've probably had it for at least two years" and "We made a mistake with you".

So, I try not to think about it. I should have made a complaint as it's too late now, but, at the time, you have enough to cope with without fighting the medical system, too. However, every time I read or hear of a late diagnosis, I realise that I was one of the lucky ones. I've survived. Why are so many "mistakes" made, though?

My life changed because of that "mistake"; though I appreciate each day now far more than I did before, if I'd been diagnosed sooner, I wouldn't now be waiting for my annual check-up because I wouldn't have needed follow-up radiation treatment.