It’s
been well over a year since my last post, and I’m thrilled to say the time
that’s passed has been a lot less eventful than the year from hell I last
talked about.
So … to catch up a bit …
I’m now in the “I have/had cancer club”. I’m not clear on
whether I’m considered to still have cancer or not … I prefer to think of it as
a thing of the past, but my oncologist is less willing to use words like “cure”
or “had” … she likes “remission”, which sounds a whole lot more dire than I
like. But the “chemo club” membership has long expired – thank goodness.
I feel well! I found that chemo gives you long-lasting
side effects that can be annoying but, at least for me, they are easily managed
or accepted and overall I’ve returned to good health.
I still think it’s a bit weird that I had cancer, that chemo and
radiation (that came after the chemo and was a relative breeze) were as do-able
as they were, and that life didn’t stop because of the cancer.
That said, I’m a little shocked at how much the fact that I had
cancer continues to creep into my thoughts and plans. I don’t dwell on
it, but thoughts of recurrence are not too deeply buried, and can arise
unexpectedly. I suppose it takes time for those unwelcome thoughts to become
fewer, but I have it on good authority that they never really go away. I can
accept that. Who doesn’t have experiences from their past intrude on
their present and thoughts of their future?
And I’m finding a renewed interest in this blog, so perhaps I’ll
be back here more often.
