I have 2 treatments left to go before the end of my radiotherapy and instead of being full of joy and hope I feel like so what next? What next is going to come around the corner and blindside me when all I want is to go to work be a mum and a wife and hold my end up. i want to holiday and be well.
I feel like a crispy chip. I have been travelling with people in community transport and they are all older and accepting of this as they have lived their 60 or 70 years but I haven't. I am 40. I still want to see what happens to my kids, travel with my husband and hold my grandchildren.
I am annoyed at the press who find celebs that go on and promote cancer and everyone applauds their brilliance because they get back on their bike like nothing happened. Bloody Kerry Anne Kennerly reffered to radio as going to get a bit of radiotherapy just to mop up what was left, like it was effortless. Well f**** you Kerry Anne. I am terminal. I am over it. And when this finishes I don't know if I will get what I want. I'm not sure if burning the crap out of myself is going to make a damn bit of difference.
Why aren't we more honest about how things really are instead of being stoic? Stiff upper lip shits me to tears.