At the age of 62, I received the news that no one ever expects. On Tuesday, 24th February 2021, at 15:35, I was diagnosed with oesophageal cancer. I had just completed an endoscopy, and 30 minutes later, the consultant confirmed my worst fear. That day, my life changed forever.
The following Friday, I met Mr. Merca, a senior consultant, who outlined my treatment plan. I was to undergo exploratory surgery, four rounds of all-day chemotherapy, a 16-hour major operation, and then another four rounds of chemotherapy. The odds of surviving were 60/40 against me. The weight of the diagnosis was overwhelming, and as you can imagine, it was devastating. Despite everything being explained to me in a very sensitive way, I found it hard to process.
Finding Strength in Football & Family
However, as the appointments continued, my understanding grew, and so did my determination. I became increasingly positive and focused on fighting back. I was told that staying as fit as possible for as long as possible would be crucial for my treatment. That’s when I decided that one thing I would not give up was my love for walking football. It was not only a form of exercise but also a great social outlet for me.
Though I had to give up some other hobbies – like tending to my allotment, especially as the chemotherapy began to take its toll – walking football remained my constant.
The Surgery & Road to Recovery
To prepare for the 16-hour surgery, I underwent a fitness test to ensure my heart and lungs could handle the procedure. When I passed with flying colours, it gave me a huge boost of confidence. During my treatment, I was supported by Tracy Annsel, my specialist nurse, and Rosie King, my dietitian. Their support was invaluable, and they were always there when I needed them. In fact, every healthcare professional I interacted with was outstanding and truly made a difference.
My chemotherapy was administered through a PICC line, which I was very pleased with, as it meant I didn’t need to endure repeated cannulas. I also attended surgery school, which provided invaluable information and preparation. The surgical team thoroughly explained what would happen during the procedure, and both my wife, Joy, and I were fully prepared. I knew that one of my lungs would be collapsed during the surgery, and I would be in intensive care for around five days afterward.
Though the surgery went as planned, I was only able to tolerate 2.5 out of the 4 post-operative chemotherapy sessions. By that point, my body and I were both exhausted. But, despite everything, my amazing wife, Joy, and my children were there to support me every step of the way.
Moving Forward
Looking back, my diagnosis and treatment have been incredibly difficult, but I’ve learned so much from the experience. My love for walking football has remained a central part of my life, and I now play as a goalkeeper for England’s Kick Cancer national side. Our first competitive match is against Jersey and Guernsey in May, and I’m more determined than ever to keep fighting.
Today, I continue to focus on what I can do, rather than what I can’t. Though the road has been long and difficult, I’m still here – and I won’t stop fighting.
