– When You Want To Fist Pump The Air –

On Tuesday I was called in to attend a clinic at the hospital. Nerves got the better of me and we all thought the worst. When you receive a call and your waiting for results they tend not to tell you. I had a two day wait and the days dragged. I was anxious, grumpy, moody, snappy and generally not my self.

The last time I got a call I was called in and was told the worst news possible. Something we were not expecting. When we got the call we had a three day wait and we came to the conclusion that if they were calling us back in, it wasn’t good and it wasn’t. This time we had the same feelings. We were worried that I would have to go back and have more tissue removed because they had missed cells in the clean up. We were worried that we were not over the worst. We were worried that the second mole which was removed would too be cancerous.

My appointment was at 6pm Thursday evening and we were dead certain this was bad news. We wouldn’t be called into clinic at 6pm, no-one in clinic stays that late. I was a nervous wreck when I went in. My heart was beating against my chest and I was certain the nurse could hear it. I looked at Mr B and he was just as anxious. I sat down, and waited, I waited for those words I am so sorry, but they never came. Instead it was Its all good…

I was in a bit of a daze for the rest of the appointment. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, its all good?! Is it really that simple? Thats it? Im free? I kept repeating myself over and over and she must of thought I was going mad, I kept reciting its all good. 

Its most definitely is all good.. My second operation was a huge success and every cancerous cell was removed from my neck. I feel elated, I feel like a weight has been lifted of my shoulders and I feel free. I feel like I could shout it out. The past few months have been stressful and tiresome and just generally the worst I could have ever experienced. But its over.

I still have 3 monthly check-ups in rotation with the cancer doctors and plastic surgery. I may go in for a skin graph on my neck, but Im not stressing about that yet. I am just in a bubble at the moment which nobody can get me out of.

A smiley, happy content bubble…

This is most definitely a moment you just want to fist pump the air…


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