@tasia I'd like to say this shitty disease has a merciful side. I really would. If it does, I haven't seen it.
Dialogue around cancer tends towards the brave, the battling, the epiphany where people turn their lives around and reinvent themselves. Even those who perish have done so for The Greater Good. I'm going to call rubbish on that.
It's a gritty brutal dehumanising shitfest for the majority of us. Deep!y unglamorous.
After two bouts of BC, a decade apart, I can't laugh without worrying I'll wet myself. I laugh anyway. I was hugely amused by stories about folk stockpiling bog rolls. Anyone who's done chemo knows you may need none for weeks, and then you will need rolls and rolls. I've done the broke and nearly homeless thing--work myself to death or expire in not so gentile poverty?
You could not makes !of of this stuff we go through up, it ridiculous.. And the ridiculous is what keeps me going. This disease does many things, but I like to think it hasn't changed my character--though it has given me more licence to express it on occassions.
Keep plodding. MXX
