My diagnosis was a bit of a round the houses mess. I had stomach problems about 4 years ago which a civvy doc in the med cen thought was diverticulitus and treated with anti-biotics, i changed my diet and all was ok.
I started losing weight at the start of this year and by Feb had lost a stone. i also developed stomach cramps in the same area as the previous problem, same doc same anti- boitics but he never even got me to take my shirt off or check me over, same a few days before when i had a los30 signing on medical with him although he said i had blood in my urine sample and had to go and do another one a few days later, this also had blood and protein but he passed me ok and sent the sample off which apparently came back fine.
Back to med cen but saw a new locum who was in his fifties and generally more experienced then the usual orthapedic sprains the med cen get presented with. He had me on the bench within minutes and had noticed my liver was enlarged, he called in the Smo and both aggreed i was to be addmitted to Basingstoke Hopspital the next day, (he actually though i would be operated on within 48 hrs). In Hospital i had blood tests, a CT scan (which discovered the tumours) and eventually a liver biopsy was taken. I got out after 3 days.
They had trouble typing the cells from the biopsy so sent it to Kings college London then The John Radcliff in Oxford but again no joy.
In all this time (6weeks) i had no contact from the hospital and was at my wits end, the locum was brilliant phoning consultants, he even arranged a colonoscopy and flexible sigmiodscope as the hospital were slow and in the end he wrote to the Hos Trust Ceo appalled at my treatment or lack off.
He also got me addmitted back into hospital on a bogus bowel blockage so they couldn't ignore me any longer. Another Ct scan revealed the tumors in my Liver, around my decending colon & on my peritoneum (bag that holds your organs together were growing rapidly, i had lost another stone in weight by now. More blood tests, urine tests and i got out of hospital after 3 days.
An oncologist told me in the hospital bed that i had cancer of unknown primary, should have chemo but that it wouldn't be a cure. It came as a bit of a shock and unless you ask them for straight talking they refer to "lumps" instead of tumours etc. It was now 8 weeks since i had first been admitted.
My wife and i saw my consultant oncologist a week later who is a straight talker
3 months without chemo or 9-12 with. I obviously knew that that it was terminal but that hit quite hard.
My immediate though was my boy is only 2 and i want to take him to school on his first day, who will be his male role model etc, my 13 year old is a very bright, clever, head screwed on the right way girl so i have no great worries about her growing up well adjusted but my 7 year old girl is the arty sensitive type who i am sure will put my wife through the mangler as she grows.
Luckily i am allergic to Brufen or i would probably have been given pallet loads of the stuff by the civvy doc.
Again i cannot stress how much help the locum who spotted this was and still is, he phoned me everyday in hospital, went round to see my wife on his last day of his contract and i have his personal contact number, the Smo has also been great.