Hi Steve,
Just had to say that your reply to Harker's post came through my inbox this week and I had to respond to one point you made.
The way you described your experience walking under the oncology sign hit me so hard. My time with lymphoma and treatment is pretty blurry in patches, but nothing will erase from my mind the memory of having to wait for a nurse whilst standing under a huge oncology sign. It was before I was diagnosed, I was waiting for a bone marrow biopsy. I knew I was very sick but absolutely freaked out when I read what I was standing under. I wanted to scream that I didn't belong there, that I wasn't old, wasn't ready to die, etc. etc. I felt terrified and trapped. When the poor nurse tried to insert a line into my hand my veins had all but run away funnily enough, they sedated me in the end. Will never forget the finality of that sign.
On the funny (??) side, when I did land on the chemo ward a week later, they were smart enough to call the ward 'acacia' instead of oncology. Not sure what wattle trees have to do with being poisoned half to death to escape death, but anyway...
It means so much to me to see others understand because they've had similar experiences.
Thank you, best wishes, Michelle
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