I got the call. Everything was
ready for my chemotherapy to start and I needed to get into hospital
that day and being a chemo newbie I had to stay in for a few days to be monitored. I'd been building up for this, I knew this was
going to happen, but now it was actually happening oh boy was I
scared. This whole thing is becoming increasingly real and as much as
I try and ignore it my life has changed, it's terrifying how quickly
that has happened.
So I rock up to the ward and
massively felt like the new recruit, with a full face of make up on,
a cheery smile and far too overdressed for a hospital stay. I was in
for a shock. I was put on a cancer ward and I was the youngest in
there by 50 years. I've never seen the nurses so excited about having
to dust off a playstation 4.
I've never been around cancer
patients, obviously I've know cancer patients and have listened to
their experiences but it's not until you walk into the hospital ward,
the battleground, that you see the severity of cancer. I walked into
that ward and I was scared, I didn't think that this would affect me
– untouchable remember. Well the ward was full of patients with no
hair, attached to drips and oxygen masks. Fuck, was this my life now?
Am I to become one of these patients? But what I found out over the
course of my stay was that these weren't just patients, these were
incredibly powerful women, amongst the drips and masks were amazing
women with incredible lives and who are now inspiring friends. There
are so many people out there battling and living through it, cancer
has grown such a scary death connotation but it needn't be, with
awareness and action it can be diagnosed early and cured, I wasn't
afforded that luck, but others still can be.
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