I’d been to the doctor before for a period of 18 months, but they thought it was IBS and then a stomach ulcer.
When I was diagnosed with cancer there wasn't an information and support centre in the hospital. My Macmillan nurse, Pat, was fantastic, and really supported me. But any extra information had to come from the internet otherwise you just couldn't get hold of it. And the nurses are so busy that sometimes you don’t want to worry them with what might seem to be trivial queries.
I was cutting myself off from others. It was my way of handling it. I felt like I couldn't turn to anyone. My family were in Italy and my brother was in Bermuda. I wouldn't talk to my children because I didn't want to put any pressure on them.