Diagnosis and treatment
In February 2000 we had a friend staying with us for a week from California. She was a nurse and noticed that I had a really bad wheeze at night. I was aware of the problem but I didn’t think it was anything to worry about. However, by the following morning she had spoken to my wife who convinced me to get it checked out by a GP.
My doctor was fantastic and took my concerns very seriously. He examined me and confirmed that I did indeed have a bad wheeze which could be something more serious. I had some x-rays taken and the next morning he called to tell me that there was a shadow across my lung, which was swiftly diagnosed as inoperable cancer.
When I heard that it was cancer the bottom fell out of my world. My dad died of lung cancer when he was just 39 years old so I automatically feared the worst. Breaking the news to my family and friends was particularly difficult.
It all happened very fast from this point. Just three weeks later I was at the Beatson in Glasgow receiving chemotherapy followed by radiotherapy. I was very fortunate and the treatment worked extremely well. By December I was back at work, which was a big boost to morale.