Good stuff about cancer , bad stuuf about cancer

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I have been lurking on these pages for quite some time and rarely posted ( well never posted correctly- not sure why I find it so confusing). Thanks to Dave the Brave for inspiring me to write.

I guess it would help if you knew alittle about me, other than my age. I am married and have no kids and work for a charity, . Almost every day I helped people to deal with difficult news and situations and my job defines almost everything about me.

In the last six months I have suprised myself almost daily and this may sound weird but so far the ride has not been that bad, infact some of it has been really good.

GOOD STUFF

I have learned that I am calmer and more resillient than I ever imagined .

That I had great hair, apparently the envy of some, great eyelashes and chemo removes all unwanted hair better than any expensive treatments or creams!

I have long admired those who can live in the moment and cancer treatment has really helped me to do this ( you simply cannot worry about work when you are puking and weeing seemingly endlessly and simultaneously).

Spending quality time with my husband and cats.

I have also realised that there are people really do care about me and this is humbling and refreshing.

Reduced appetite.

Meeting some extraordinary people along the way

BAD STUFF

Feeling guilty about lots of things ( see davethebrave).

Learning to let go of work-without work who am I?

How blooming long the treatment takes

Having time to do stuff but no energy to do it.

I'd love to know everyone ele's highs and lows........

 

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  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    Hello Fi.  I'm glad to hear you have been encouraged to start a blog.  I have found doing mine helps me enormously.  I did like your list of highs and lows, you have summed it all up so well. 

    My lowest point was the day I had the journey from hell to the hospital for radiotherapy.  I was in a hospital transport car driven by a new driver who had neither maps or a sat nav and thought he knew a quicker way to go.  He was wrong about that.  I was in the car with three other passengers.  The first kept having panic attacks and we had to stop twice for her to get fresh air and breathe into a paper bag.  The second was a new prostate cancer patient who hadn't yet got the knack of managing his liquid intake to arrive at the hospital wih a full bladder, so we had to stop in a layby to find him a suitable bush.  The third passenger seemed quite harmless until it was time to go home and we couldn't find him.  After a two hour search we gave up and left without him.  On the way home the road was blocked because of an accident so we took a long detour and then the driver got very lost.  My husband thought I'd left him because I was out of the house for 7 hours.

    The highest point has to be all the support I have received from the people I met at the hospital and from the people on this site.  I never expected it and I don't know what I would do without it.  x