Strap in, for the beast has returned – and this time, it’s complicated. That’s right, we’re back on the Big C train.
For the third time in six years, I find myself writing a blog to tell people that I have cancer. It may seem an odd way of doing it, I know. I have, of course, already told the people closest to me, which is strangely one of the hardest parts of the whole thing. Then, I have to admit, I get overwhelmed with the amount of retelling, that in the end, it’s actually easier to do this – a big ‘ole announcement to all.
But, as anyone who has read my blogs on all this nonsense before will know, I also write about cancer to try and normalise the topic so people don’t feel afraid to talk to me, or others. Going through cancer is hard enough as it is. When people pull away or start acting differently because they don’t know how to be or what to say, that just makes it all so much harder.
So, repeat after me: cancer, cancer, cancer, cancer, cancer. Feel free to insert swear words too, wholly appropriate.
So, where are we? I have known for about two and a half months now and I’ve been savouring a last bit of ‘normal’ for a while by not telling a whole lot of people. But, the machine gears up and I am more frequently than not at one hospital appointment or another. I am also becoming increasingly exhausted and I think showing signs of slowing down, so time to talk it is.
Yep, it’s the breast cancer again/still. A second recurrence, this time in the lymph nodes in my neck. There is also a suspicious shadow on my chest which as yet, remains unidentified. After several different chemotherapies over a total of 15 months, two major surgeries and radiotherapy, it still has not got the hint to leave. Quite frankly – rude!
I have not started any treatment yet because I have turned into a bit of a special case and the normal routes aren’t seen to be perhaps the best choice this time. My amazing oncologist, is looking into multiple different options and I (being so special) have caught the eye of Addenbrookes and am taking part in some research trials with them, alongside. To be honest, it’s all a bit complicated to explain at the moment.
This post may feel a little flippant, but trust me, I have done a lot of grieving over the last two months or so. There is so much loss that comes with cancer; mentally physically and emotionally – but you can’t be in the depths of these things one hundred percent of the time.
Last time I had a recurrence, I first asked on twitter – yes, with a poll – whether people wanted me to write about it again or not. Out of many responses, I had one person say no, they’d rather not hear about such things. I still think of this response and this person. The thing is, when you have cancer, whether you like it or not, it rather takes over your life. And the aftershocks live on forever with you afterwards. It is simply impossible to deny such a huge part of your life, because it would be like trying to hide a huge part of you.
So, I will write about it, but not only it. I will probably be rather irreverent at times, because you can still laugh and joke when you have cancer, as much as you cry and fear and grieve.
Facing the potential of death in such quick succession at what I still feel is a young age, I find myself casting thoughts further to the nature of being human and our place in the world – so you’ll probably get some hippy, wellbeing, self-help, life and universe rambling also.
But sometimes, I will still just talk about cats, worms, trees and my ever increasing melding into a weird nature person.
Because I am still me.
We go on. Onwards and sideways*
*Onwards and sideways is something my bestie and I have been saying for forever for those moments when you just keep going, even if you don’t necessarily feel you are going forwards. For my birthday (and yes, I am insisting that forty one is still quite young) she surprised me with an amazing hoodie, with her design of our old phrase. Brilliant! You can see more of her designs on Instagram @ilonajaneillustration