Okay, I can’t lie, telling people has been so much harder than I’d anticipated and being part of a big family and blessed with plenty of friends, there have been lots of calls to make.
Firstly, no one knows what to say but when you make the call, you’re not necessarily looking for them to say anything you’re just imparting information. What happened several times is that you end up being the strong one. By that I mean the person on the other end of the phone needs comforting about the news and you end up being the consoler. In many ways, it helped me because it made me feel useful again and regain control.
During the next week, I receive numerous letters from various hospital departments asking me to be part of a new club, The Cancer Club, but quite frankly, I don’t want to be in this club, it’s never been on my radar. I’m fit and healthy. I practice yoga regularly, go walking and meditate every day so to be perfectly honest with you, having given it no consideration at all, (and I don’t think I’ll regret it), I’ve decided not to join and I’ve sent back the membership card in a large envelope marked Return To Sender!. A few weeks ago there was absolutely nothing wrong with me and I will not be stigmatised now with a label that quite frankly, I do not want.