Cancer, cancer, cancer…. remission, remission, remission… RELAPSE.
The seven letter word that some would argue is worse than cancer. (I think I happen to be one of them.)
As I sit by the fire and drink my green tea those little thoughts sneak in unexpectedly without me noticing & I’m suddenly thinking about relapsing.
All these stories about people, especially children, that relapse shortly after they’re claimed “cancer free” seem to hit me most when I’m alone. Although I find comfort in reading stories about children relapsing multiple times and still having the same love for life.
They seem to be resilient to the mental stress adult oncology patients carry.
Life never seems to lose its sparkle.
I asked my best friend what we would do if I relapsed again and he simply replied: “We’ll fight it just like we did last time & just like we’ll do next time… no fight is too hard or too long if you’ll make it to the other side. ”
I couldn’t have said it better myself: “The strength of those with illness is measured by the support of those around them.”
Cancer, remission & relapsing is all part of the journey.
I guess you learn to love the good, the bad and the awful.
If I relapse and still have the people I love beside me perhaps life will continue to sparkle in my eyes.