8, I celebrate my 60th birthday. 2019 is doubly
significant as I also celebrate 30 years as a bladder cancer
survivor. I am incredibly grateful and consider myself fortunate.
reflection I remember it being a surreal time with overwhelming
feelings of disbelief. Mostly I recall the oddity of being diagnosed
with a medical condition I had never known about or understood.
Bladder cancer – the doctors were kidding me, right? I am a woman,
and at the time of diagnosis I was 30 years old. Research informed me
that bladder cancer was 50% less likely to occur in women and 50
years the average age.
at age 30, I had a blessed life with a career in check and a happy
family – running around after two small children. But I felt tired,
was overweight and had a recurring UTI (urinary tract infection).
When blood was evident in my urine, my GP ordered further tests. I
was shocked when a tumour occupying 90% of my bladder was detected.
I was paired with a prominent Urologist and soon I became known as
that young girl in Ward 3 South at Cabrini Malvern. Life as I knew it
changed for ever and my case was shared widely in medical journals.
and several treatments of BCG ensued, instilled in a catheter and
lying on a gurney I rotated 90 degrees every 15 minutes. The tumour
was successfully removed and my bladder responded well to treatment.
On the physical side, all boxes ticked.
though, I was challenged and confused. This was the 1980’s, the big
‘C’ was still under a cloud and young people don’t get this
disease anyway. Ironically, I became aligned with my father and
father-in-law. Aged in their 50’s and 60’s they too were visiting
respective Urologists’ and each was in early stages of prostate
the medical fraternity with managing my physical issues, I began a
gentle regime changing my approach to mind, body and soul. I shifted
my focus to improving everything I could control as a mother, wife
and human. I shed kilos, exercised, stopped smoking and gave up the
became part of my routine and I often walked to hospital from home.
When I changed into theatre garb, the walk continued all the way into
theatre, no trolley for me thank you. I made my instructions clear –
strictly local anaesthetic. Remaining alert I chatted through
procedures with theatre doctors and staff. I believed this would
ensure I had the mental apparatus to live the experience and will
myself to health.
been an epic 30 years and in a recent post-cystoscopy chat with my
Urologist we have agreed that I am clear of any nasties for now and I
can ease up on the checks going forward.
of vigilant doctors have been a blessing and no less are my amazing
supportive family. I am indebted to them all. To Drs. David Bosher
(GP), Gabi Reisner (former Urologist) and Daniel Moon (current
Urologist), thank you, thank you thank you…..30 years surviving has
been largely due to you.
I urge everyone to be vigilant. Listen to your body, read the signs and act!