I know that sometimes my blogs can be a bit miserable – explaining the negative side of my illness but after talking to my counsellor last week, I realised that actually, in some ways, it’s changed me and the way I live my life for the better! I mean don’t get me wrong, of course I’d rather not have cancer but sometimes I just feel so lucky.
I’m a much stronger person. I’ve had to be for the children I guess and I hope that I’ve succeeded in keeping their lives as ‘normal’ as possible during this shit storm.
I try not to sweat the small stuff anymore – sometimes I win, sometimes I don’t!
I’ve had people come and people go. I’ve been married and divorced. I’ve experienced kindness from strangers who have then become friends.
I’ve experienced so, so many AMAZING things and taken on challenges that I doubt I would have even thought of in my old life. I feel blessed to have been given those chances. I feel lucky.
In just over a week, I’ll be celebrating my 4th cancerversary. I have nothing spectacular planned this year and I think that’s because I just want time to reflect. Having an incurable diagnosis really messes with your head. Continually.
It’s the not knowing how long your piece of string is and that, that is the reason you should live your life.