I was diagnosed nearly 5 years ago; I was 55. I knew I was going to die. Even when my oncologist and facts told me different. I had a diagnosis of non-Hodgkin follicular Lymphoma, quite advanced. I was upset at the wait and watch protocol. I wanted chemo now! I questioned the meaning of life and death. I fell into a deep depression. My anxiety went through the roof. I cried quietly throughout my first treatment, which was made even more terrible by allergic reactions. I tried to get bravery during my treatments, but often retreated into my mind, asking repeatedly those questions: Will I die? How sick will I feel? Is treatment working? This was the lowest point in my life.
I become involved because I needed the support of the LLSC. I also want to educate myself and others about cancer, leukaemia and lymphoma particularly. I want to help educate the public.
I’m certain that the thing I’m most proud of was finishing the Light the Night Walk. I have invisible physical impairments, and it was only because of my friend’s constant encouragement that I kept on going.
I am satisfied with my involvement, because of how far we’re pushing the message. Rates are rising for blood cancers, while most others are going down.
More research is needed, building on the advancements that have already shown positive results.