My husband was wonderful, very, very supportive and friends were superb. I had a lot of back-up from friends, both coming to see me and sending me cards and flowers, it was wonderful.

Yes a great deal of support. I mean, you do tend to get tearful once in a while and I always knew that I could ring somebody up and you do get depressed. Whether that’s the drugs I don’t know, but there were times when I was quite depressed and I only had to ring somebody up and I could talk, I could ramble, and they’d just let me ramble, and that was great. I didn’t do it to [husband] because he needed me to be positive. So I used to take it out on friends.

Tell me how your husband was supportive?

Kind, very kind. If I wanted to do anything, there was a period when I couldn’t drive, he would take me anywhere I wanted to go. He actually was working full-time so he would take time off work if I needed to go anywhere or I wanted to go anywhere. Wouldn’t let me do much housework. He tried to find me a cleaner, unsuccessfully, so he took on the role of doing the housework, under duress. And he used to do all the cooking, in fact he still does a lot of cooking now, but he took on the role of doing most of the cooking. And yes, I couldn’t have got through the chemo without him. Held my head, held my hand when I was being sick, brought me bowls, sat on the loo with me, well not sat on the loo with me but held my hand in the loo with me. Oh that was something else, it wasn’t just being sick, it was both ends and it was unpleasant. And yes, mopping up after me, and that meant quite a lot, because a lot of men would have shied away from that. But yes, I found that very comforting.

So, following morning I went down to theatre. Don’t know much of what went on down there and when I came back it was quite a while before I came to. Very painful, I was on morphine and I had an absolutely disastrous night. I learned afterwards that I was allergic to morphine. Morphine, if you are not aware and nobody explained, that it stops you from breathing. It doesn’t actually stop you from breathing but the sensation is that you can’t breathe, and so I lay awake most of the night thinking I am going to die if I don’t breathe. And it wasn’t until the following morning that I was told that it was due to the morphine. So after that they gave me a different type of painkiller.

There is one side effect that is quite embarrassing to talk about but I feel that perhaps it should be noted. It’s to do with the sexual side. My husband found that, how he described it as it was empty, and we did find it very difficult, and it maybe that other people perhaps don’t know about that side of things and feel perhaps they’re the only ones. But there are other ways, but that was a comment that he did say, and it did make him impotent for a couple of years. Hes fine now, and as I said, there are other ways, and I find it difficult to talk about but it is something that perhaps people might like to know.

So you’ve changed your lifestyle as a result of having the cancer diagnosed?

Yes, and the fact that I have more free time now that I’ve retired during the treatment, and I have always worked, couldn’t see me just sitting home doing nothing. I do quite a lot of voluntary work. I’ve just been appointed as Assistant County Organiser for the National Gardens Scheme, and I started up a garden club in the village last year, and I work for the National Trust, and oh one or 2 other bits and pieces that I do. I can’t say that I sat down and thought I’ve got to change my life, it didn’t work like that. It sort of by osmosis it crept up from behind and oh yes, I’ll do that and I’ll do this.

Towards the end of 1996 I was feeling a little unwell and I had noticed that I had a lump towards the bottom of my abdomen. Didn’t do much about it until January when I went to the doctor’s and he diagnosed it as being fibroids. So fine, okay, I had to wait to see the consultant. Towards the end of March, in fact it was the Tuesday before Easter in March 1997 that I woke up in what I can only describe as horrific pain. I rang the doctor; he came straight away and bundled me off to hospital to the Accident and Emergency.

Whilst I was there I had to go down and have x-rays and a scan, and then they asked me if they could send for my husband. By then it was after lunchtime, my husband was away, away from where he worked at the time in [town] and they had to send for him and it was about 4 o’clock when he arrived at the hospital. I was left in Casualty, still thinking it was fibroids. When my husband arrived the A&E consultant sat him down, sat on the edge of my trolley and said that I had cancer.

I was very, very fortunate; I did not lose any hair, it just made me very, very sick. At 2 days, I could almost time it, 2 days after I’d had the treatment I was very ill for about a week.

The first two sessions were not bad. The third session knocked me for six. It really would, it made me very, very sick. Days it made me sick, lethargic and it probably lasted about a week. And that went on each month thereafter, for the next 4 months, getting progressively worse.