I’m trying to paint this today. Tricky but very pretty don’t you think?
Invasive Squamous Cell Carcinoma of the Cervix.
I have a funny feeling at the moment. I’m just sitting with it for now and will see where it goes.
Hearing the news that I was in Remission has been mad. I had just about got my head around the fact that I had cancer, and now I’ve been told that I haven’t.
It reminds me of a time at Uni when my tutor got me mixed up with someone else and told me I had failed an important exam. I hadn’t, it was someone else but it took a long time to believe he had made a mistake.
People around me keep saying ‘That must be fantastic news!!’ and I suppose it is.
Trouble is this. 6 weeks or so ago, I was living in ignorant bliss. I could walk my dog, drive my car, go to the shops, have a piss…you know all those kind of normal things we all take for granted.
I must sound so ungrateful, but I am sat here with a 10 inch wound across my tummy, unable to piss, can’t drive, already with a list of future appointments laid out ahead of me.
It’s not over yet.
This morning I shat myself, literally. Probably too much information but if you’re in for a penny you’re in for a pound!
So I’m in a bit of a pissy mood today. Yes I’m happy the cancer has gone, but I’d be happier if it had never been there in the first place.
Normal upbeat posts will resume shortly.