On the 4th May 1974, we married in the beautiful Christchurch Priory which was then Hampshire and is now Dorset, to have and to hold from this day forward. I didn’t realise how important the words in our vows “in sickness and in health” were at the time.
In June 2016, I was hospital and unable to eat (you can read more of my patient story here),. I had asked to be able to come home. My husband who is old school and hadn’t previously had much to do with cooking or housework became an expert in looking after me and the home, for better, for worse. He made me things I could I eat and I soon built up my appetite, to love and to cherish. He sold a watch he treasured so we could go on a cruise to help me get better, for richer, for poorer. I healed quickly.
Till death do us part. 💜
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Four years ago, I had to give up my ticket to watch the London Olympics to go to a hospital appointment and be told I had PMP and had only ‘a few months’ if Basingstoke could not offer me CRS and HIPEC. Now I’m in Rio!
When we got home from a family holiday and I looked at the photos, my stomach looked really distended. After noticing this, it just seemed to get worse and felt quite hard. I went to see the Doctor and he said I probably had wind or had just put on weight.
I knew that I didn’t have textbook appendicitis but does anyone really have “textbook appendicitis”?
I cried as I was driving home from my doctor’s appointment. Then I picked myself up when I got home and googled “low grade mucinous appendiceal neoplasm” because I needed to know everything about this new enemy. That’s when I found the term pseudomyxoma peritonei.