Sometimes
someone chucks a pebble onto the path we're walking and we trip before
staggering slowly back to our feet.
Every time
a sizeable pebble has been thrown in my direction I've sought solace in writing,
either in my own in the form of a diary or in that of others -which has been more
tricky. Whenever I've wanted to find real life stories of people who've faced
similar pebbles and, most crucially, are walking upright again, I haven't really
found them.
When my boyfriend died when he was only 17, I searched for that book but I never found it. Years later I vowed I'd write a version of my story in the hope it might comfort people in their darkest moments that there IS life after the death of a loved one – even at 16 when the world is still so gloriously black and white. But I never wrote it.
When my
daughter had a stroke, only 15 small months of age, I devoured websites,
support groups, non-fiction and even fiction to find an inspirational story of
a baby with half a body paralysed who'd then gone on to lead a happy, fulfilled
life. And even though I know the world is packed with such success stories now,
my 13 year old daughter being one of them, I couldn't find the story I craved
back then.
So, now I learn that I have breast cancer and the path of the next few months – and years – will be well speckled with pebbles on the route to what I pray is a full recovery.
But this time, I've decided that I am going to write it down.
I'm going to blog about the journey. But I want my posts to have purpose, not just to be cathartic for me, but with the aim of calming a few nerves for those in a similar position but who are perhaps a little further back on the road. So I will only post when I feel I have something positive to say, something I've felt or learnt which might help someone in a similar position. It won't be for everyone, already I fear my humour is lurching a little into the macabre, but if I can pass on the message that having cancer is not all bad, then I'll call that a success.
You know, it's really hard to feel down when so many people are showering you with love and caring. Love really is what makes the world go round, or should be anyway.
Have a great week!
Every time
a sizeable pebble has been thrown in my direction I've sought solace in writing,
either in my own in the form of a diary or in that of others -which has been more
tricky. Whenever I've wanted to find real life stories of people who've faced
similar pebbles and, most crucially, are walking upright again, I haven't really
found them.When my boyfriend died when he was only 17, I searched for that book but I never found it. Years later I vowed I'd write a version of my story in the hope it might comfort people in their darkest moments that there IS life after the death of a loved one – even at 16 when the world is still so gloriously black and white. But I never wrote it.
When my
daughter had a stroke, only 15 small months of age, I devoured websites,
support groups, non-fiction and even fiction to find an inspirational story of
a baby with half a body paralysed who'd then gone on to lead a happy, fulfilled
life. And even though I know the world is packed with such success stories now,
my 13 year old daughter being one of them, I couldn't find the story I craved
back then.So, now I learn that I have breast cancer and the path of the next few months – and years – will be well speckled with pebbles on the route to what I pray is a full recovery.
But this time, I've decided that I am going to write it down.
I'm going to blog about the journey. But I want my posts to have purpose, not just to be cathartic for me, but with the aim of calming a few nerves for those in a similar position but who are perhaps a little further back on the road. So I will only post when I feel I have something positive to say, something I've felt or learnt which might help someone in a similar position. It won't be for everyone, already I fear my humour is lurching a little into the macabre, but if I can pass on the message that having cancer is not all bad, then I'll call that a success.
You know, it's really hard to feel down when so many people are showering you with love and caring. Love really is what makes the world go round, or should be anyway.
Have a great week!
