So I turned twenty five last Thursday (18.08 for any of you reading this months down the line) and that meant a month or two before I got THAT letter.
THAT letter being the one from the NHS telling me that due to being twenty five soon it was time for me to have my first smear test. For those of you that are unaware of what this is, it's basically a medical test performed by a nurse on your cervix to retrieve cells to check for abnormalities that could lead to cervical cancer. You'll all probably remember the celebrity Jade Goody dying of this a few years back, yes?
So I booked it. Then had to cancel it, rebook it and THEN cancel it again due to having the period from hell and you're not allowed to have said smear test when menstruating. So many damned conditions...
I finally got it done and the nurse rang me back on the 18th August (happy birthday to me!) to tell me that it wasn't good news but not to panic. My cells are abnormal but it doesn't necessarily mean its cancer - yet. So I've got to now phone up a specialist and go for more tests etc...
Wowsers is all I can say.
One minute you're opening your birthday cards and then the next you're sat worrying about the big 'C' - even though, I really shouldn't be that pessimistic. Of course this has filled my wonderful family with dread and worry so I just needed somewhere to write about the journey and this is it. Obviously when I know more, you'll know more but for now... here I am signing out with my abnormal cells and head filled with worry.
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