Today I should be doing cartwheels and yet, somehow, I feel like one of those people who does the last 100km of the Camino de Santiago for bragging rights and a certificate. ( the minimum needed to be officially declared a Pilgrim on the walk.)
While I cant help but think that I am very lucky to have gotten off so lightly, I feel that my experience is nothing compared to the many others suffering from various firms of cancer.
I felt the same way when my melanoma was diagnosed in 2010 and I spent a week at the residence at PMH. My condition was hardly worth mentioning when I saw the suffering of my fellow residents, some who were clearly in the final stages of their debilitating diseases.
Barely 3 months ago I was told that my condition would be terminal within a few months if I did not take the treatment that was offered.
How did I get so damn lucky and others didn't? What makes me so special that 3 chemo's was all it needed to fix my problem. Not quite but pretty close. I will need 4 weeks of radiation to make sure the lymphoma is completely eradicated. But come mid-May this will all be behind me.
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