Seconds Out

Of the many tangled issues to deal with when living with cancer (oh, doesn’t that sound like the start of an advert ridden click bait you’ve just idly opened), the biggest issue is one of time.  You either have too much or too little of it.  For me, before treatment started there was the creeping anxiety that my grade 3 tumour was going to spread too fast to catch it, and now, I want it all done and over with.  I’ve had one cycle of chemotherapy, I’ve been brave walking forwards into the unknown, now is the time to be told ‘it’s fine, you’re ok’.  It isn’t like that.

Patience

Last Monday I thought about writing this next blog and was worried it might be a bit tedious for the reader used to the high drama of diagnosis and first treatment.  I had got through the worst of the pain of the first chemo and only had my wig appointment to look forward to last week.  Much as I am apprehensive about losing my hair, I’m not agonising about it, not yet. It’s not something I relish, but equally it isn’t something can really do anything about except be practical.  I have written about 'being practical' before, I thought about these things before, this is not new territory for me, and there I was, pondering what might appear in the next blog.  There is a lesson in that, one of those that could be converted into a syrupy meme with a hazy picture of a sunset as background.  Never worry about tomorrow, enjoy today.  If only I had known.