One very ordinary Thursday, 29 Feb to be precise, like any other Thursday, my life took a different turn. I could write at length about how I was thumped, metaphorically speaking, in a left field manner, to use a football phraseology.

It’s such a cliche to say that life throws curve balls at you at the most unexpected of moments but, add to that, during the most mundane of days too. You get the picture.

This is what happened. I was working from home. Went to the loo and bled. Simple as that.

I had no pain or any other symptom in the lead up or even minutes before. It just happened and, in that split second, I knew that I was facing a life changing health situation. If this sounds dramatic, it was.

Any bleed during the menopause is something that needs to be investigated right away. This much I know.

I carried on as normal for the rest of the afternoon with my work meetings and tasks. Routine helped me focus my mind but only temporarily.

After work, a gloom descended. It’s the unknown that really gets you. I did some online research. What I found reinforced what I knew already, that time was of the essence when menopausal bleeds occur. This is simply because bleeding could be a sign of something minor or something far more serious. It’s the unknown which makes it imperative that women see their GPs straight away.

I saw the GP on the Monday. She referred me immediately to the hospital. There were no appointments available on the NHS so I triggered my private medical care (health inequality is an issue for another blog post). But the speed of the referral served to reinforce the message that I could have womb cancer. The GP didn’t use those words, but I knew.

It took a week for my appointment with a private consultant to be arranged. He used the words, ‘womb cancer’, and scheduled me for a hysteroscopy (surgery) 5 days later. He said it had to be done within two weeks to be on the safe side and the sooner the better within that time frame.

As it turned out, I was given a diagnosis of ‘no-cancer’ in the end.

If anything good is to come out of my experience it is the hope that this blog post will convince women experiencing bleeding to seek medical help right away. Do not self diagnose your condition based on the duration of the bleed, ‘only a minute’, or, ‘it was just the once’. These are reasons I am hearing from women who are responding to my awareness campaign on my Instagram account.

My medical result made me feel as if I had dodged a bullet. There was no immediate sense of elation but I felt pure relief. When you are immersed in a potentially life changing experience that consumes your thoughts night and day, the brain needs time to reprocess a changed landscape. I went from experiencing disbelief at the result to relief. The elation came an hour later.

I can be a procrastinator and, sometimes, my inertia is fueled by fear. But I was proud that I had acted so quickly. It was a lesson in resilience, my outer boundaries and the practice of stoicism while waiting for the op and the ensuing result.

My message is simple and clear: Go Get Checked Out Immediately.