Meso Journeys

I went for a chest X-ray as I had been looking into Mesothelioma for a few weeks now and have had thoughts that I may have it as I have a few of the symptoms. My GP has asked me to go and see him. I am so afraid today. What is my GP going to say? Am I being stupid? I asked my daughter, Siobhan, to come with me to the GPs as I had a feeling it could be bad news and I was petrified. She agreed and was very brave.

We arrived and made our way to the waiting room. My name was called and we went in. My GP said he had been contacted by the hospital and it wasn’t good news. I put my hand up to my face and knew what words would spill from his mouth. Words I did not want to hear. Cruel words, unfair words, Words that said I may have to suffer because my father was employed in Plymouth Dockyard and I will pay the price, as he did

He told me that there was a mass and it could be a milgnant tumour, Mesothelioma, which is the cancer that is related to asbestos fibres in the lungs. I was stunned and held onto my baby girl, Siobhan, and broke down. Why me? Why now? Just why?

I was told I would recieve a call from the hospital and would have to go in for a biopsy to determine what was there. I expected this call to be within the next 24/48 hours. He gave me 3 weeks off work. I don’t know if I can take that. I am just grateful that my dear dad was not here to hear that news as I know he would blame himself and it is not his fault.