I am a Pseudomyxoma Survivor! I was diagnosed in May 2018 and underwent life changing surgery and chemotherapy. From that moment I knew my life would be different and I wanted to make the best of every moment I have. So…. I set myself some goals and challenges… one of them was to run!
I don’t like running. I never have! I find it quite dull, BUT, give me some motivation and a challenge and I’ll do it!
The London Landmarks Half Marathon (LLHM) was something I would never have thought of entering before! I’d only ever ran 10k in distance and did that 9 months after surgery! But this was a challenge I wanted to do! I wanted to take part as I wanted to support Pseudomyxoma Survivor. The charity was my driving force throughout my training and it kept me going.
Pseudomyxoma Survivor helped support me through my diagnosis and recovery. Without the charity I wouldn’t have been able to put one foot in front of the other. They showed me there is life after cancer and I can continue and dream about the future. Due to the postponement of the half marathon as a result of the coronavirus pandemic, I have been running 5k each week instead to show support to those that have sponsored me so far and continue to raise awareness of the charity and the cancer!
If you’d like to show me your support, my fundraising page is here – https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/stacey-broadmeadow1 and you can find out about Team PMPS LLHM here – https://www.justgiving.com/campaign/PMP. Thank you ?
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I didn’t have any related symptoms before my diagnosis. I went to the urologist for some UTI treatment. The doctor (my hero) ordered a CT scan. That was the beginning of my journey. PMP is so rare and the right treatment is so important. You have to do research just to find the right medical team that is experienced in treating PMP. My wife and family, of course, were there for me.
Being diagnosed with pseudomyxoma peritonei (or PMP) came as a huge shock. It was discovered accidentally as my usual yearly bloods showed abnormalities.
Looking back, I think we were trying to protect our children from the reality of the disease. Initially, when we discussed my diagnosis, we used terms like death, dying, chemo and cancer. We thought we spun this into a very positive approach, but our “method” may have given our children a confusing and unrealistic message about survival instead.