Goodness me time flies when you are having fun. I don't think we will call Cancer fun though shall we? Today, 6 years ago I woke to find that the operation had been a success and that whilst it was the commencement of a long journey back to health and there were more operations and treatments to come, they had removed the cancer from my body and stopped it spreading. I need to remember how lucky I am sometimes. I bitch and I moan and I get annoyed with the world but you know, I'm alive to be able to do that which is the important thing.
It's been 6 years and I'm still suffering the repercussions of the illness because I still haven't really come to terms with survival or what living is all about. I hope it isn't "borrowed time", I hope it is time to do something useful with what I have left. The trouble is I can't work out what that should be. My time at the charity was useful and I enjoyed that - perhaps that is what I need to do for the future? I don't know - even after all this time.
Maybe as I enter my 7th year I can reflect on this and actually do something about it. I feel I've done stuff that in many ways were the right things to do but somehow they aren't hitting the spot. Not sure how I can get to that "happy state" but I'm sure I'm heading in the right way.
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