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Beating pancreatic cancer: one woman’s story of how she survived a stage four diagnosis

  • A Post contributor who was told she had as little as six months to live explains how her tumour is now stable and she is off painkillers
  • A radical diet change, releasing suppressed emotions and embracing social support are among her survival tips

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“J. Sid”, a Post contributor who wishes to remain anonymous, looking out along a reservoir in Singapore. She is currently undergoing treatment for pancreatic cancer. Photo: Agnes Cheah
J. Sid

A cancer diagnosis can be a crushing blow; a late-stage one even more so. But knowing who to turn to and having trusted friends to guide you along the journey can have a crucial impact on your ability and motivation to beat the odds.

Here, a Post contributor who wishes to remain anonymous shares how she survived a late-stage pancreatic cancer diagnosis.

My husband’s face turned an acute shade of pain – an image I still try hard to forget. The associate professor in general surgery had walked in, done a perfunctory analysis of my CAT scan and pronounced I had stage four pancreatic cancer. He was brusque, giving me six months to live, perhaps a year with chemo.

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Job done, he walked out and left us to a subordinate who administered a mini science lesson on the human pancreas and assigned me to the oncology department. We had waited for about 90 minutes for this scheduled appointment in mid-May last year. I had been writhing in physical pain, and my husband had been beside himself, not knowing how to help.

The writer undergoing chemotherapy. A port inserted under her collarbone, as recommended by her oncologist, overcomes problems with shy veins and thin arms. Photo: Damien Sidhanand
The writer undergoing chemotherapy. A port inserted under her collarbone, as recommended by her oncologist, overcomes problems with shy veins and thin arms. Photo: Damien Sidhanand
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This was the closest major hospital to our home in central Singapore. In August 2017, a specialist whom I had consulted there about an inexplicable surge in my blood sugar had turned down my request for a CA 19-9 cancer tumour marker blood test. Any result would be inconclusive and not useful, he said. This was despite the fact that my mum had died of pancreatic cancer.

Now here I was, 10 months later, weighing 24kg (53 pounds) less, with an inoperable tumour. My confidence in the doctors there evaporated, so we switched hospitals. I trusted that God would see us through and had good plans for us.

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