The PET scan!

They say getting a PET scan is like getting into a giant donut. It actually is! Only less fun. This was a completely new experience for me.

First of all: I hate hospitals. I have done everything to avoid them as much as possible. Unfortunately I find myself in a situation that is completely out of my comfort zone and where I will have to accept that this is for the upcoming period my ‘new’ life.

Luckily I have good friends that accompany me with every new experience I will have to go through. My first meeting with the professor, I had my friend Saar with me and this time it was Greet that was joining me. I had read that a PET scan takes about four hours. I was very happy that that wasn’t the case. When the nurse put me on the I.V. he asked me about my job. I guess he was trying to be nice. I said to him that if I told him what my job is, I would have to kill him. In a strange way the I.V. hurt more than usual :-). After that you have to drink three cups of a sort of fluid and then they inject radioactive glucoses into your body. The cancer cells use this glucoses and this is how cancer cells are seen on a PET scan. I was in the machine only about twenty minutes, so after all it went pretty quick. This had to be a good result!

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First step: MRSA

My first step was getting the news off course. Then you get swiped into the rollercoaster of medical exams, tests and treatments.I have the absolute luck to have such a good group of family and friends surroundings me. One of them and she is definitely not the least, is Saar. She accompanied me when I got the results of my first scan. She is the best ever. She makes me laugh even in bad times. When we got to the anaesthetist, he told me to wiggle around in my nose holes with a big ear stick. Apparently this is done to check for then multi resistant staphylococcus aureus or in other words the hospital bacteria. I told Saar not to use it against me but she was laughing her ass off on the floor. In a split second we were both laughing so hard. The anaesthetist and his assistant did not know what to say and looked at us like we were some strange species. But then again, seen the circonstances, maybe we are…

The battle: Nele vs Cancer!

Since last week I know that I have cervical cancer. That wasn’t quite the plan in my life. I’ve had some bad luck in my life before but this really tops it all.When I was nineteen I was confronted with a deep vein thrombosis. It shocked the hell out of me and all the doctors in the hospital because I was so young. It turned out to be an unfortunate consequence of different factors. Birth control, the pill, pneumonia and some genetic sensitivity to thromboses. All the veins in my leg were damaged and walking hurt like hell. Thanks to blood thinners I cured but stayed sensitive to thromboses the rest of my life.A second life challenge was when I was 21 years old. I was accepted in the army and busy following training in the infantry school to become an NCO. One morning my boyfriend (who was also in the training) and I drove to the barracks when a big truck decided not to stop for the red light. He totalled our car and partly us. My arm was screwed together with the necessary titanium and I couldn’t eat for a week because my jaw was loose. My boyfriend had an open leg fracture which caused quite some hassle because he was a paratrooper and with metal in his leg he wasn’t allowed to jump. Unfortunately he died about six months later after his recovery in another car accident. He was only 24 years old. The next struggle was the one to have a baby. Despite several IVF treatments and three donor inseminations, I did not have the luck to get pregnant. Unfortunately I aborted one when I was 25. I was at the beginning of my military career, still too young in my head and not ready to devote my life to a baby at that time. If I only would have known…… But should of, would of, could of…. But now we are at the reason of my blog. A week ago I was diagnosed with cervical cancer. That hit me really hard, cause I am only 40 and in a very good physical condition. I don’t smoke, I eat healthy and the only thing that is not the best is that I like alcohol and sometime I really just let myself go and have fun. This only even happens occasionally. One can start to wonder why someone like this gets cancer. This blog will be the journey of my fight against this asshole disease called cancer. I did not ask to be member of that club, so I will not be forced to do so.I will try to highlight the funny moments of my journey. By doing this I wanna show that inner positive strength is the best way to win this war.

LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!!