My last hospital appointment was a strange one. They have moved things around and the place I now go resembles an Airport departure lounge where they give you a piece of paper with a number on it then you watch a tv screen so you know when to go back to the reception desk, where someone will show you through to the clinic itself. So, I felt as though I was going to get takeaways before getting onto a plane. It was all very odd.
I was also told that I may not have gotten Cancer if I hadn't been pregnant. It is a long story, but basically if you are going to get this shit Cancer then you are likely to get it with pregnancy, especially your first pregnancy. I was told that it may have not shown itself until I was older or not been as bad.
I have different ideas.
I like to think that being pregnant just made it more obvious and helped to make it grow faster which made me get it checked when I did therefore saving my life. I like to think Wyatt saved my life by going "Hey mum, look at this" from the womb. I watched the 2012 Stand up to Cancer show and there was a brave lady who was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer and they never would of found it in time if she had not been pregnant, therefore her son is her Guardian Angel.
I believe that the Melanoma grew as fast as it did due to me being pregnant, which made me get it looked at quicker than I normally would of. It's bad enough I waited as long as I did.
So, Wyatt is my Guardian Angel. He saved me, in so many ways.
Life as I know it.
I have no idea how often I will sit in front of this screen and type away, it all depends on my state of mind and whether or not life allows me time to do so. There will be times I talk about Melanoma or being a first-time parent and there will be times I yabber on about life in general and depression. Hell, there may be times I make fuck all sense or leave the reader confused. I do use words that some may find offensive so if words such as fuck, retard or shithead offend you, then there is a simple solution and that is to go elsewhere and read some lovely delusional blogs about boxes of fluffies and flying piggy's in the sky.