This week marks the 1 year anniversary of my cancer journey. My surgery to remove my tumour.
The tumour was 20 cm, and had exploded once the Doctor tried to lift it out. She said it was so heavy cement like that she had to scrape everything out.
I feel kind of guilty because here I am happy and so joyful of being healthy.
I follow numerous ovarian cancer Instagramers. I am in awe of their courage and motivation to fight.
I feel silly for wondering am I survivor when my treatment was so easy compared to others. I feel so stupid for wondering all these questions about my cancer, is it in remission, etc
All those questions fade when I learn about someone else’s diagnosis. I don’t know how to respond, how to comfort them. During my treatment; I would become annoyed when I would see the sadness in my friends eyes or hear “I am sorry”
why? Couldn’t they see how much happier and healthier I appeared?
this past week my friend’s mom died of cancer. I’m not sure of what kind. She died within a month of being diagnosed.
Then yesterday a lovely elderly woman; who was having treatment at the same time as I, died.
It certainly made me question my mortality.