When every moment counts
‘I LOOK TOWARDS THE SUNSHINE, NOT THE SHADOWS’
CHRISSIE JACKSON, 46, is a retired photographer who lives in Cornwall with her cat Dennis.
When I was diagnosed with stage four bowel cancer, I had two options: sink or swim. I chose to swim.
I had experienced no symptoms and was in China taking part in the Clipper Round the World sailing race as part of my plan to shake things up, following a messy divorce.
I was about to cross the Pacific when I developed a blood clot in the large vein running down the left side of my body. I came home and had a stent fitted in my pelvis.
‘When there’s wind in my hair and salt on my lips, I can forget about cancer’
During routine scans in January 2019, it was found that I was, simply, pickled with cancer. Primary cancer in my bowel had already spread to my pelvic lymph nodes, pelvic bone and sacrum. There were multiple tumours in my lungs. The consultant explained I could not be cured, but my life could be prolonged. It was mind-boggling, but I quickly became grateful for ‘prolong’.
The hardest
