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Published 24 August 2009, doi:10.1136/bmj.b2875
Cite this as: BMJ 2009;339:b2875
Ann V Salvage, patient1, Barry Quinn, oncology matron/lead chemotherapy nurse2
1 London, 2 St Georges Hospital, London SW17 0QT
Correspondence to: B Quinn barry.quinn@stgeorges.nhs.uk
Ann Salvage found that her journey through colon cancer and chemotherapy was characterised by irony and paradox. This is her story.
| The first 150 words of the full text of this article appear below. |
The irony is swiftly dealt with. Out of the blue, just as I was about to start analysing the results of my PhD study of palliative care nurses and their routes into hospice work, I was handed a diagnosis of advanced colon cancer. My interest in my PhD topic had arisen largely from my experience of the deaths from cancer of a higher number of "significant others" in my life than might have been expected for someone of my age (57). Suddenly, having believed that I was the one destined to accompany sick people, I now found that it was me who needed to be accompanied.
A speedy operation to remove the diseased section of my colon left me feeling better than I had for a long time. The anaemia that had alerted my gastroenterologist to the large tumour lurking at the intersection of my small and large bowels had
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