Reflecting on the past and how it all relates is an interesting pastime. It is a bit like going through memories of the dentist, 'Yes that one in 88 was a goodie, three extractions and a filling; I wonder what this year will bring?' Whatever arrives it will be unexpected, unwanted and probably painful. Somehow we survive and keep on going.
Sometimes I think that dealing with the past is beneficial for our therapists as it keeps them in employment but I wonder if it is useful for all of us. Most of my past is not for reliving and certainly not for analysis. I survived it, somehow, and that part of life is best left there.
The future is another matter and I spent time over the last week thinking of the future. I survived 2017 by medical intervention and aided by the willpower and prayers of many people on this site supporting me during my cancer surgery.
I have never been a religious person, that was abused out of me, but I re-read my Cindy's Cancer Blog and in particular about the days when I was having surgery and the outpouring of goodwill, pray and love.
It was palpable and humbling.
How and why anyone would care about is hard for me to accept; that such love and support came from people who I have only met online brings me to tears of gratitude. How the medical team found room to operate is a mystery, as I had Angels, Spirit Guides and Healers all with me during those dark days. And with that sentence I most certainly mock none and embrace all with loving gratitude.
I read the line from Sue around the 22 March "Cindy's on-line" and I recall feeling so pleased that I could reach out and let those I love know that I was Ok. I also think that I immediately went back to sleep and didn't wake up for another day – mission accomplished!
Life changes very quickly and I lived the life of a patient with the oncology group that I used to be part of, an experience that I wish on no one and one that should be shared by all who work in the area. Settling back into life has been odd. Recovery has been slow, faster than my medical team expected and slower than I want, so possibly about normal. I have high expectations of myself and there is always a danger with that attitude. Failing to accomplish my goals can plunge me into despair, luckily no longer into depression, although I have waltzed with that at recent times.
What do I do with myself? I have had to give up my career, my attempt at returning was an abysmal failure as I realized that the brain damage from radiotherapy was more extensive than I realised. My inability to concentrate for any length of time became obvious and I fooled no one and most of all not me.
There is also the elephant in the room of no vocal cords.
So where do I go from here?
I am most fortunate in so many ways; one is possibly unexpected and stands out to me whenever I have bad thoughts. I chose life.
When I was diagnosed with cancer I was told that surgery had to be immediate. I refused and said what is Plan B?
There wasn't one so it was made up: three rounds of chemo and nine weeks of radiotherapy. I was warned not to go through with it. I did.
When it failed I was told quite quietly and with no pressure. "We can organise palliative care and supportive chemotherapy or surgery, it is your choice." How long will I last? "You probably will not see the end of the year"
I chose life.
Yes, the skill of the surgical team, your prayers and well wishes, remote healing, Angels and Rituals all played their part.
But I chose life.
Once I made that call there was no going back, no flinching, no fear (well a bit) and no hesitation.
"Cindy's on-line." Yep I'm awake, been there done that, get better now and deal with it.
So where do I go from here? She repeats.
I've been adrift about that. I tried to go into hiding and that didn't work. I told Sue that I wasn't able to be Admin any more as it was all too hard; she told me to pull up my big girl pants and get to work. I wake up in the middle of the night worried and my lovely GM's tell me to go back to sleep (naming no names). So obviously this place is pretty important to me.
So I need a bucket list.
Mmmm I need ideas
1. Bring a dear friend over from the USA in March. It was cancelled from last year lets see if we can do it this year.
2. Hold a Photography Exhibition of my Works (now that is a challenge I'm a total amateur and a lousy one)
3. Go to the USA and visit friends (when the Government changes), if I have any who want to see me. I have a sister in Idaho I am fond of.
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I finished 2016 with a pain in my throat and the knowledge that the cancer was there. I look to the end of 2017 with happiness and the drive for future accomplishment.
I survived 2017 and I live, I am grateful for that.
I know that many are struggling and that despair is deep and that hurts me more than most ever know but please choose life; there can always be a Plan B.
Love to all for 2018
Cindy