life after cancer
So it has been some time since my last post. I am still very much associated in raising awareness to this disease but I have also had to become a lot more selfish by shifting my attention to rebuilding my life and moving forward.
I know that while she is now out of pain, she will never be far from the thoughts of those who loved and cared for her. And I know, that whatever it is I go on to do, I must honour her memory, make it meaningful and make it a reminder that young women don't just get breast cancer - they also die too young and too soon.
With cancer, you have everything to lose. It can steal your loved ones, turn your skin to scars, crush your confidence and force you to stare in a mirror and not recognise the face staring back. And, in the case of breast cancer, if it spares your life, you must live in the fear that it might one day return unexpectedly to finish the job.
Politics and health evoke similar feelings. As the fall out of Brexit and uncertainty continue, life refuses to feel normal. I can't help thinking, I am glad this did not happen, when I was undergoing cancer treatment.