My name's David Iron. I'm 56 years of age, and I live in Faversham. I've had three primary cancers.

The first one was melanoma, the second one was lymphoma, non-Hodgkin lymphoma, that was advanced stage,

and the third primary cancer was a medium stage bowel cancer.

After the skin cancer, nothing happened for eight years.

My doctor, who was also a personal friend, said to me that I appeared to have some lumps around my neck.

I had various scans, and that identified exactly what it was and what the stage was.

Pretty much all the lymph nodes that they could see were starting to swell.

I was aware that the stem cell transplant was risky.

The lead doctor, who was in charge of giving it to me, said that the risks were low at that stage.

But still, because you're quite close to death, it's still all quite a nerve-racking thing at the time.

The harvesting of the stem cells was done over two or three hours. I was lying on a hospital bed.

There was a large machine next to me, that I was hooked up to, with tubes taking the blood from me

into and around the centrifuge, and then back in again, and they showed me at the end, this bag of stem cells.

And they took them away to be frozen.

When I went into hospital, I was there for a week, while they gave me large amounts of high-dose chemotherapy,

and at that point my own stem cells were simply put back into my own body.

It took a few moments. There was one major complication I had.

I was diagnosed with pneumonia, just when my body was least able to fight it.

But the very next day, the week after I got the pneumonia,

the daily blood test showed that I had a tiny, tiny amount of new, white blood cells.

And that amount grew, it was like a straight line up the graph, from the bottom.

I had no white blood cells right at the bottom of the graph, and then, a tiny amount, and then more,

and then more, and then more, and it went up in kind of a straight line. And on the third day, still very low blood count

but enough to do something. I felt genuine recovery.

A couple of days after that, the nurse came in and said, 'Here's a slice of bread and butter'.

So, she cut it in two, and I took a mouthful, of the middle of it, not the crust, just the middle.

And it went all the way through into my stomach, and that was fantastic, because I was also starting to feel hungry.

And that proved to everybody that the body was definitely on the mend.

Basic functions were restored, and two days later, I was sent home.

I've been living with cancer for 17 years now. It's part of my life. Most people I come across don't know I've got it.

Life goes on. I work, I play. I play the role of father, husband, all these things go on.

We just do what we need to do to survive, and continue the family.

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