It’s about a year ago when I was diagnosed with lobular breast cancer. Since then I’ve had two operations, six rounds of chemotherapy, and 15 sessions of radiotherapy. I’ll be on luxury tablets for five years but have been given the all-clear in the meantime. How strange it was; like a Narnia experience where time has a different value and yet I’m now thrown back into normal life.
I am now so enthusiastic about my everyday experiences – I have to hold back when people moan about Monday mornings or difficult situations that annoy them. It’s just great to have got through treatment and be allowed to have ordinariness back again.
What is hard is to cope with is when people have a worse cancer prognosis than me and know they have a much more limited time; I feel that it’s not fair. Or the women who tell you that breast cancer always comes back eventually; that’s understandable anger but please don’t.
In conclusion, my time in treatment has resulted in me enjoying the ordinary things in life, not getting stressed about stuff and wanting to help other people who are suffering.