I'm sorry dear readers; it's been a long time since I last posted. Life seems to speed up every day and I have no idea where the three years have gone. It's great looking ahead and planning the distant future again. The days of drips and appointments, of the endless waiting, seem to have happened to someone else long ago.
But what does stay with me all day, every day, is that nagging feeling that I can't quite believe I've made it. I can't quite believe that I'm going to live just like everyone else, until I get old. How this manifests itself is in little sneaky ways. The odd twinge here and there. The sinusitis is a brain tumour, of course it is. The slight constipation, the first sign of colon cancer. Slight indigestion - ah, that's the constriction of my esophagus. It's all quite illogical but it's one of the legacies of having had cancer.