Frans (25) Lebensgeschichte: Kampf mit Brustkrebs, Hirntumor und gebrochene Wirbelsäule

Fran Withfield ist eine 25-jährige Fitnesstrainerin, die ein ganz normales Leben führte. In einem engen Zeitraum wurde Fran mit Brustkrebs und Hirntumor diagnostiziert. Eine gebrochene Wirbelsäule kam auch dazu. Fran kämpft jetzt um ihr Leben.

Obwohl dieses Jahr für uns alle eine Herausforderung wegen der Coronapandemie ist, My London berichtet, dass es für Fran Withfield umso schwerer ist. Fran war paralysiert und bekam eine Brustkrebsdiagnose mit einem Jahr Verspätung. Die Ärzte fanden auch ein potenziell tödliches Hirntumor bei der jungen Fitnesstrainerin. Fran teilt ihre Geschichte. 

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2018 didn't quite go as planned. There were a lot of unexpected changes and difficulties along the way but non of which I am looking back on negatively. All I move forward from stronger, wiser and most importantly happier. . Ruptured ligament and on going illness stopped @ironmantri 2018 but a delay in the plan doesn't mean a fail. I was truly gutted to not get it done in the 10 months I set myself, feeling like I'd let my Grandad down and the charity down. But realising I was the only person in this world that thought that, I took a step back the last few weeks, focused on getting stronger and am now ready to hit the schedule again to complete in 2019. Its absolute hell for me and I will never do it again😂 so here's to getting it over and out!👋🏼 . New home, new job, and a new set of goals and aspirations, as cliche as it is, I'm super excited for what the New Year will bring. A lot of hard work has gone into @f45_training_vauxhall by a team of incredible people and I can't wait for us to open the doors and showcase the beauty that is that studio and the classes that are going to go down by my team of seriously hard working trainers!💪🏼 . Here's to a fantastic Christmas filled with love, laughs, family and rest before an absolutely wild 2019! . 📷 @threepeaksvisualsupply @f45_training_peckhamrye

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GEBROCHENE WIRBELSÄULE

Wie Fran für MyLondon erzählt, machte sie Sport in ihren Garten, während der Quarantänezeit.  Sie erklärte:

“Ich machte ein Kreuzheben und fühlte einen Stich in meiner Wirbelsäule.”

Fran, die im Kennington lebt, rief ihren Arzt an und bekam Antibiotika für die Schmerzen. Doch Frans Zustand wurde schlimmer und ihr Fuß war ganz angeschwollen. Die 25-Jährige konnte das Fuß nicht mehr bewegen. Die Ärzte stellten fest, dass Fran eine Bandscheibe in ihrer unteren Wirbelsäule gebrochen hatte und sich sofort einer Wirbelsäulenoperation unterziehen musste. Dank der Tatsache, dass Fran sehr fit war, erholte sie sich von der Operation sehr schnell. Aber, das Leben entschied der Fran einen neuen Schicksalsschlag zu geben. 

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This isn't a post for sympathy nor dramatise but one for awareness and to say listen to your body. I've known for 6 years I have degenerative disc disease after I herniated one at 19. It was scary at the time and since then I've had episodes of bad pain but as soon as I recovered I'd go back to training hard because it's what i loved doing. I significantly ramped my training up during lockdown. I was living alone, I was missing my family immensely and training gave me structure, distraction and a release and I was genuinely loving it. But a week ago doing a deadlift I felt a sharp stab. I did of course stop immediately and thought it would be fine ice, ibruprofen no biggie. The next night I was crippled with sciatica and what I thought was a bit of a 'dead leg' but with the current situation refused to go to hospital so just used a spare crutch to get about, had a virtual consult for painkillers and tried to just "get on with it". Two days later I found myself in A&E after losing the ability to move my left foot and severe weakness in my leg. I semi laughed it off, the limp drag I had adopted, until the neurosurgeon today looked me in the eye and told me the situation wasn't good. Prolapsing another disc isn't the end of the world but the nerve it's compressing that's causing the paralysis is in need of attention. Spinal surgery at 25 is obviously not what I want and I'd be lying if I said I'm not terrified and hating the fact I have to go in alone during this time. But it is what it is, so time to pull my big girl pants up and that's what will be happening. I've been told I will never be a weightlifter, I will never compete high level and I will always have to adopt the mindset I am someone that has had spinal surgery but providing it goes to plan and I focus on rehab I will be able to return to my job and recover the feeling in my leg which right now is all I care about. I'll come back fighting but for now expect to see a lot more here's today's bake then here's today's WOD!👩‍🍳😅

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FEHLDIAGNOSE

MyLondon berichtet, dass Fran im Januar 2019 einen Klumpen auf ihrer Brust entdeckte. Sie besuchte damals ihren Arzt und er empfiehl ihr ein Ultraschall zu machen, was Fran auch machen wollte. Allerdings, als sie den Facharzt besuchte, war er davon überzeugt, dass es sich nur um einen Klumpen handelt, der sich durch hormonelle Veränderungen auf der Brust bildete. Ein Ultraschall wurde nicht gemacht.

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The last 24 hours since surgery have been a rollercoaster but a good friend said to me "life never throws at people things that they cannot fight" and I'm still in the fight and pushing through. The surgery went with no complications however post surgery has been rough. They haven't managed to control the pain, my body appears to say nah thanks to everything and it's been immense. This is the decider as to whether Im allowed to move and in turn go home so for now it's another night here. The staff have truly been incredible doing everything they can and I've been moved to a different ward to get it under control and potentially rescan in the morning if the pain is still severe. Having lost all dignity via bed pans, sponge baths, brushing my teeth in a cup, getting injected into my stomach for blood clots and pumped full of everything, as strong as I'm trying to stay I've had my fair share of meltdowns today. It's hard not having visitors because of this time but everyone has been so incredible with their messages and I appreciate it so much ❤️ My foot is still enjoying his nap and doesn't want to awake up quite yet but that will take it's time and I've bee told I may always have a degree of numbness but for now I'm just focusing on rest, staying positive and stopping the pain so I can get back home to my banana bread! #mybrotherbetternoteatitall

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Fran erzählt für MyLondon wie sie ein Jahr später, im July 2020, ein Grübchen auf der Brust fühlte. Das war der Moment wo sie alleine wusste das dies nichts Gutes bedeutet. Sie entschloss sich einen Termin in einer Privatpraxis zu buchen. Nach drei Tage bekam sie die Bestätigung, dass es sich um Brustkrebs handelt. Fran sagt:

“Im letzten Jahr habe ich geglaubt, es sei nur ein hormoneller Klumpen.”

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How did the CT go? Well friends it wasn't exactly the nap I was hoping to get after yesterday's MRI curveball... I got asked which arm I wanted the canula in today and even though I've tried to avoid my tattooed arm I had to request the it as my left got butchered in the MRI and the vein is incredibly sore. As I'm going into the machine I was asked if I'd been warned about the side effects of the dye going in which I hadn't. I was proceeded to be told that it could make me feel like I need to be sick and also like I'm wetting myself...now baring in mind I'm in the machine by this point it's not quite the information you want to hear. "If it happens it happens don't worry" well maybe not for you Sandra but I'm currently in my own clothes with no spare and you're telling me I'm potentially about to wet myself uncontrollably...by this point I'd literally given up, I wanted it over with so said fine and carried on. A few minutes past with nothing happening until I was pulled back out to find out they hadn't read my notes which stated the canula needs to be on the opposing side of the tumour so needs to be back in my left. The next 5 minutes was spent trying to get an IV into an incredibly pissed off vein, pain that almost broke me to be honest but we gritted teeth and got it in. What they also forgot to mention however is I'd have to then hold my breath countless times while the scanner goes over my abdomen whilst also trying to hold in vomit, squeezing my pelvic floor so tight to not wet myself and feeling like my body was on fire inside. So all in all safe to say I didn't get that nap in today either! Now I doubt this is the experience for everyone so don't let it scare you, I just seem to be getting some real shit luck at the moment. I've had so many messages saying people appreciate the honesty so here it is, and yes it's rough but you do get through it. I'd be lying if I said I'm not struggling. I'm tired, I'm sore and I just want it to be over. But everyone's support is really getting me through and what's done is done now, tests complete and I just hope to god my luck will change and I get some good news on Thursday🤞🏼

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DER HIRNTUMOR

Weitere Untersuchungen brachten Fran mehr Probleme. Eine verdächtigte Masse würde in ihrer Leber gefunden, die sich später als gutartig herausstellen wird.  Spätere Untersuchungen zeigten weitere Veränderungen in ihrem Hirn. Ein Hirntumor, der wahrscheinlich aus Frans Brust metastasierte, wurde von Frans Onkologin bestätigt. Aufgrund der gesamten Situation mit der Korona Pandemie musste Fran aleine zur Hirntumoroperation gehen. Und diesmal war die Erholung sehr gut. Doch auch diesmal bereitete das Leben Fran eine unangenehme Überraschung vor. In derselben Nacht, als Fran das Krankenhaus verließ, starb ihre Großmutter.

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This pretty much opitimises my current life. The pain is savage hence the ice, and my tumour was attached to nerves which has caused a numbness in my lips hence tea through a straw! It would be easy to hate on my body right now after giving me breast cancer, a brain tumour and currently going through the hardest week of my life but I'm actually trying to be grateful. I'm grateful to my body for the fight that it's putting in, it pulled through brain surgery and after predicting me being in there for a week I only had to give them two nights of my company before I was allowed home to recuperate like this. Don't get me wrong recovery has been and continues to be brutal. Brain surgery hurts. Alot. It might seem totally obvious but I was actually told because your brain doesn't have nerves it may be less pain then my back was. The scalp and skull do however and it transpired in surgery my tumour had embedded itself into quite a few nerves so having my scalp cut open, a chunk of my skull removed and the tumour cut out has me on a large drug cocktail. Being on morphine for this amount of time takes its toll on your body. Most of the time I'm on Mars with huge amounts of nausea but thankfully the anti-sickness tablets work quite well and I'm able to eat small amounts to keep my strength (that my jaw permits as the muscle they cut for chewing heals). On waking it the worst, unable to speak or see through pain but I'm managing with this lovely head pack to get me through the first hour. The burrowers living in my head has freaked me out the most! Its like having a team of people inside tapping away at most hours of the day and worsens when I move. Its the fluid and swelling dispersing but hopefully will pass soon and the burrowers will finish their project🙏🏻 I've focused on nutrition and training for years and try to educate my clients that maintaining it isn't all about asthletics and it's times like this it shows. They said I went into surgery in a strong physical position so I was able to stand out of bed within a couple days of surgery and come home and for that I'm grateful. Yes recovery is hard but its major surgery and my body is putting up a good fight💪🏼

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DER KAMPF 

Frans Tumoren wurden als krebserregend eingestuft. Aber sie hat jetzt einen anderen Onkologen, der glaubt, dass ihr Krebs wahrscheinlich als sekundär zurückkehren wird und hofft es immer noch, ihn zu heilen, da er sich an zwei isolierten Stellen befindet.

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Just after this photo my surgeon came and said when he took it out the tumour didn't look benign. I was alone in hospital so I said I didn't want to know until results. Yesterday I got those results and unfortunately the news wasn't what we wanted, the tumour they removed from my head is cancer. I have to wait another 1-2 weeks for them to determine if this is secondary to the breast which feels like more agonising waiting without knowing what's next. None of this makes sense, to go from a non-aggressive, "curable" grade 2 breast cancer with everywhere else clear to a cancerous tumour in my skull potentially a metatasis makes me feel lost. The meeting I had with my oncologist pre-surgery was the most destructive meeting of my life. If it was secondary she would look to try "give me a few years". I was left with that and hasn't been in contact since so naturally feel lost. I did the worst thing you could do and researched to try find reassurance. But every website practically gives you a sentence well I'm here to tell you that you can f*** off and I'm going to fight this with everything I've got. My neurosurgeon shedded some positivity that it's two localised sites so he isn't writing me off and he would hope the oncologist still look to cure. But with her lack of positivity and communication I've fired her and am finding a new one who wants to fight this with me. If you don't want to fight this as hard as I do and tell me how we do it I don't want to know you. I am still wishing with all my might that the results come back as a different cancer but if it comes back as the same I am praying we finally get some light in the miserable pit life is putting me in that I can kick this out of my body. Recovering from brain surgery is hard with this stress even crying is painful with the pressure in my head and the pain from the swelling in my eye, but I've kept it together and was bound to hit my wall and it's been an emotional day. I am hoping yet again for good news with the next lot of results, but I am going to find a team who will support me on this fight and get this shit over with because I've truly had enough. Cancer you suck and I'm not giving up.

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Sie wird mindestens fünf Jahre lang eine Hormontherapie erhalten, zusätzlich zur Strahlentherapie und möglicherweise zur Chemotherapie, wenn nicht sogar zu einer anderen Art der Behandlung gehen. Fran beschloss, ihre Geschichte auf ihrem Instagram-Account mit der Öffentlichkeit zu teilen. Sie dokumentiert ihre Geschichte in Form eines Tagebuchs. Fran sendet eine sehr wichtige Nachricht an alle jungen Mädchen und Frauen da draußen:

"Mit 25 denkst du nie, dass bei dir Brustkrebs diagnostiziert wird, und ich habe das möglicherweise seit meinem 23. Lebensjahr in mir.”

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7 weeks ago I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer. 4 weeks ago told I also had a brain tumour and if it was secondary to the breast it was incurable and the oncologist was giving me 3-4 years "maybe 10 at best" with treatment for the rest of my life. 2 weeks ago told my Grandmother unexpectedly passed away in her home. 1 week ago told the tumour in my head was confirmed a type of Cancer, likely to be secondary but have to wait another 3 weeks to know. The last few days I went into a bit of hole with the words incurable circulating my head. I've been flat and emotional but also felt immense anger at the negativity and the number being put to my life. So my family went full speed and changed me to The Royal Marsden who, after reviewing my case, quickly put me under the care of their top breast cancer oncologist. Being away to attend my Grandmother's funeral, they still made a meeting possible and we had a virtual call today. My family and I are a tight unit and we have been put through so much emotion with my diagnosis and then our loss so today we needed a positive light. I told him I needed hope, I wanted to fight and I needed someone to fight this with me not give me years to my life and his response... "Fran, do not give up hope in a cure because I still believe I can". In that moment I completely broke, not through sadness but for the first time in weeks I felt like I could breathe. We needed that hope and someone to back my corner and my fight. Yes it is rare, yes he believes it's secondary and yes he cannot make promises. But he is kick starting radiotherapy on the rest of the brain tumor and investigating every treatment plan for the breast tumour to eradicate it. The tests are getting accelerated, my weeks of unknown will soon be over. From there he is hopeful in that being two isolated sites and extremely hormone responsive, reoccurrence will be low and I could potentially "return to a normal life". This week has been difficult but I managed the travel, we had a beautiful service to say goodbye to my Grandmother and today we got the words my family and I needed to hear. We group hugged, we cried and I am now more ready then ever to fight this.

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Für MyLondon fügte sie noch zu:

“Einige Mädchen wissen nicht einmal, wie man das überprüft - es ist etwas, das man nicht gelernt wird. Glaube nicht, dass es dir nicht passieren wird, weil du jung bist, weil ich der lebende Beweis dafür bin, dass es möglich ist.”

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