Tracy Summerfield’s doctor told her not to worry when she noticed a tiny speck inside her nostril.
However, the Manchester mother discovered she had skin cancer three years later, and the tumor had grown all the way to her lip.
Three years earlier, in April 2015, I had been about to go out to work as a nursing assistant when I had noticed a small spot on the inside of my right nostril.
I went to see my GP, who said it looked like an infection and gave me an antibiotic cream to put on. I used it twice a day, but it still didn’t clear up.
But I didn’t dwell on it. My partner Colin and I had busy lives.
We’d been together since 1989 and we both had grown up children from previous relationships. Any free time we had we spent with our family.
But in July 2018, I noticed the spot had started growing outside of my nose.It looked as though it was spreading from my nose down onto my upper lip.
My face was covered with scars. I looked hideous and I couldn’t stop crying
I went back to my GP, who this time referred me for an emergency appointment with an ear nose and throat specialist, for a biopsy and scan.
Even though the spot was slightly painful and irritating, I was still convinced it was nothing sinister and told Colin I’d go on my own to get the results.
sorry,” the consultant said. “We have found a cancerous tumour at the back of your nose.”
My friend Mary, who had come to the appointment, put her arms around me. I couldn’t move or speak.
The consultant explained that the growth was 2cm by 3cm and the cancer had spread to the skin on my upper lip.
He told me I’d need surgery to remove the tumour but it was likely to leave my face disfigured.
eyes. I was distraught, but what upset me most was wondering how I was going to tell Colin and the children.
I needed to get better so I could be around for my family.
That night, when Colin got home, I sat him down and told him everything.
Skin cancer: the facts
Skin cancer is one of the most common cancers in the world.
Around 147,000 cases of non-melanoma skin cancer are diagnosed each year but there are just 13,500 cases of the more serious condition melanoma.
If you have any lump, ulcer, lesion or skin colouration which hasn’t healed after four weeks, see a GP.
It’s probably not cancer, but it’s best to get it checked.
Skin cancer is normally treated with surgery. 90% of non-melanoma cases are successfully cured, but 2,000 Brits die every year from melanoma.
Before he could get upset, I got down on one knee, and took his hand. “Will you marry me?” I asked him. We’d never felt the need to get married, but now my priorities had changed.
Colin pulled me to my feet. “Nothing would make me happier,” he said.
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I told our kids about the cancer, but followed up with the happy news about our engagement, refusing to let them get too upset.
We’d already booked a holiday to Barbados that November to celebrate Colin’s 50th birthday so we decided we would get married there, just the two of us.
I knew there was a risk I’d be facially disfigured at my wedding, but marrying Colin was the thing that mattered.
I was in pain, but I was discharged that day to recover at home.
Surgeons had managed to remove all traces of the cancer, so I didn’t need chemotherapy or radiotherapy.
Instead, I could focus on my next operation and our wedding.
My nose was packed with sterile bandages and I was in too much pain to leave the house.
Underneath the bandages, there was one big hole were my nostrils once were. I didn’t see how I could ever look the same again.
Colin told me he loved me no matter what, but I was still distraught. I didn’t know how to accept my new face
Three weeks later, I had more surgery. The operation went better than expected.
Surgeons had managed to take skin from the side of my face and put it over my top lip, building me a new septum with cartilage from my ear.
removed, I saw what was left behind. My face was covered with scars. I looked hideous and I couldn’t stop crying.
Colin told me he loved me no matter what, but I was still distraught. I didn’t know how to accept my new face.
With just five weeks before our wedding, I knew my scars would still be visible so I got in touch with Look Good Feel Better, a charity that does makeovers for women who have suffered from cancer.
Centre, Oldham. Looking in the mirror afterwards, I couldn’t believe it.
She’d disguised my scars and they were barely noticeable. “I look like me again,” I cried.
On the morning of the wedding, I remembered what the make-up artist had taught me and used the samples she’d given me to conceal the scars on my face.
An hour later, I was ready and walked down the aisle in the gown I’d bought especially.
When I met Colin on the beach and we exchanged vows, he couldn’t take his eyes off me. “You look stunning,” he told me.
For us both, it was such a memorable and poignant day. My wounds still exist after more than a year, but I’m learning to live with them.
They are known as my warrior scars. They serve as a reminder that I am still here in spite of everything I have been through.
