I'm one of the thousands of extra cancer deaths we'll see this year The first thing I saw as I woke up from surgery was the tanned face of my surgeon leaning over me. “It’s bad news, I’m afraid.”
Surgery was my last hope. I’d been diagnosed with suspected vaginal cancer at Christmas the previous year. As the lump was still small, my oncologist was optimistic. With radiotherapy and chemo she thought we’d beat it. And, indeed, by last summer I’d been given the all clear. But the tumour returned, and by the time I had surgery it was too late: it had spread and was inoperable. The Guardian
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