It's a strange thing, living with cancer. On one hand, I feel like life is normal (well, apart from the dodgy hair regrowth, but that's another story) yet on the other hand, the treatment never stops. I feel fully fit, back at work with a vengeance and living life to the full, at least as much as I can in these Covid times. And then I remember, another blood test, when is my next Echo and oh no, that's the 3rd Thursday, I can't go to work as I have my injections.
So let's talk about my hair! When I shaved It off and got the wig it was easy; hair gone, wig on, no problem! Hmm, until now I didn't think about how to manage the reverse cycle. My hair is growing, not my usual mid brown, but a disgusting dark grey/black/grey and it's short. Obviously it's short, it's growing, but it's ugly short. And soon it's still going to be too short to look good and too long to wear the wig. Yes, I know, this really is a 1st world problem and should be the least of my worries….
Other than that, right now I feel like living with cancer is just how it is. I don't think about it, despite the reminder from the daily tablets, and I am remarkably lucky not to be experiencing any long term side effects, other than some continued swelling as a result of the radiotherapy. Everyone I interact with seems to have forgotten I was ever ill and that works for me Only 3 more injections and then it really is into the long term preventative treatment. Oh yes, and the days are getting longer, things are certainly looking up!
