Where to start?! I’m a blurter, not a thinker, I have discovered, and I think I may have taught quite a few people the lesson… when you see someone you haven’t seen for a while, don’t make your first question ‘How are you?’ - unless you REALLY want to know <grin>.</grin>
I’ve had lots of ‘you may not lose your hair’, which is easy enough to correct, and there’s no disputing it now.
‘The drugs they use in chemo are so much more advanced’… actually, a lot of them are EXACTLY the same drugs as forty years ago… epirubicin for one… the only difference with the drugs is that now they know they can give us even higher doses without killing us… (Yes, I know the anti nausea meds are hugely improved, thank god, and yes, I know we prob. don’t suffer as much as those having chemo forty years ago… but DON’T imply to me that we are having less poison pumped into us, because actually, if anything, we are having MORE).
‘At least you only lose a breast, it’s not like your lungs or liver or anything’. Where to start? If I wasn’t terrified of tempting fate (actually, have decided I’m not… fate has not been over kind to any of us, so may use this next time…) - I think the only answer is ‘not yet’. Please god, it may never happen - but bc CAN recur, as all too many of you know firsthand - and with a high grade/low age/large tumour/lymph nodes… well - I know my prog. is better than a lot - but it’s not exactly certain!
‘You’re the bravest woman I know’. Do you not know any other women then? No soldiers? No policewomen? No firefighters? No secondary school teachers? Granny wasn’t in the Land Army or a WAAF? My fight wasn’t a choice, and I wouldn’t have enlisted for it if it had been.
BUT for every kick in the guts, there have been ten times the supportive comments, or just no comment at all - a smile and a raised glass, and a conversation that is completely ordinary and un-bc related… and for all those friends, this ‘brave’ ‘follically challenged’ ‘fighter’ salutes you.
Sophie xxx