Following the news that I was officially in remission, I am not afraid to say that I have struggled emotionally and psychologically. It has been as if all the strength and attitude I mustered in building protective dams around me, just collapsed and imploded on themselves at that point.
Furthermore, the positive messages portrayed through social media made me feel like this wasn’t a normal response. Surely I am suppose to be elated, grateful, running off and living my fullest life???
Continue reading “Time”
So my lovely other half asked me the other day after popping into the petrol station and putting fuel in my car why I never fill it up. He did this purely for practical reasons because by filling my car I actually wouldn’t have to put fuel in it as often.
Continue reading “Why Can’t I Fill My Car?”
Today, 11th October 2018 marks three months since my final chemotherapy session and I’m surprised how quickly that time has passed. Life has definitely returned to “normal”, with nursery runs, household chores and everything that makes up life, and it is a joy not to have to go to a hospital every week but what has changed.
Everyone says cancer changes you, but does it? and why does it? Big questions that at this milestone I find myself thinking about.
Continue reading “Three Months Later….How is Life Different?”
Being at the receiving end of care as a health professional myself has been an eye opening experience. I have been overwhelmed by how amazing some people are at their jobs, displaying the right amount of empathy and humour and genuinely taking an interest in the well being of those they look after. But equally, I have observed and been on receiving care where I have left myself wondering why that individual chooses to work in that role. I appreciate that stresses of the job, outside pressures not to mention what might be going on for that individual that I and others are not privy too, can influence how any person may be or act. But at that time, and in that moment when the person sat in front of you requires your care and your help, they need you to listen to them, take an interest in what they are saying and show even basic politeness. The power of listening, truly actively listening is immense. In this world we are all so busy that it is very easy to quickly forget how to really listen to each other. But the impact when we do is really important, especially in healthcare.
Continue reading “Listen to me”
So today, 10 weeks after my final chemotherapy session, I packed up all the drugs that have seen me through the last 9 months and took them to my local pharmacy.
I don’t know why it has taken me so long to get rid of them. There they have been sat on my dressing table, taking up valuable room and there they have been the whole time, since starting on this journey. But for last few days I have been looking at them and thinking I need to get rid of them and today I did it. I wonder if in my subconscious I wasn’t quite ready to do it before, because maybe it hadn’t sunk in that I didn’t need them now. I think there remained this underlying belief that my consultant had been wrong, and that I was going to get the phone call telling me that they misread the scan and that I needed to resume treatment. But as the time goes on, I am accepting that this isn’t going to happen, and to essentially box up the past 9 months and truly move on to the next phase, I needed to box up the drugs that provide me with a daily reminder.
Continue reading “Bye Bye Drugs”
Cancer unfolds in so many ways,
And can engulf you like a summer haze,
But through the trauma you can find a glimer,
Of beauty like when the sun begins to dimer.
Continue reading “Everyone Needs Angels”
As time has gone on and I have ticked off the chemo sessions, seeing the finishing line in the not to distant future, I have run ahead of myself. I have planned nice days out, celebrations for friends and families for exciting events and looked to make future plans for holidays.
Continue reading “Suckerpunched by a cold”
As the famous proverb by Barnard in 1927 goes; ‘a picture is worth ten thousand words’ and in today’s blog I am sharing the true face of chemotherapy.
Continue reading “The Changing Face of Chemo”
My Lymphoma is called ‘Bob’. Originally it was called Barry but when you are referring to kicking its butt and you then realise that your consultants first name is Barry….it seemed appropriate to change it. But why did I name my Lymphoma and why Bob?
Continue reading “How My Lymphoma Got It’s Name”