Two days after the event

After all the stress, the adrenaline rushes and so on, the last two days have been a bit of a let down.

I think I wanted fanfares and hordes of cherubim and seraphim serenading me; fireworks and flocks of performing doves to celebrate; flowers strewn at my feet as I left the hospital on Friday. None of this happened, of course, though I have received many very welcome congratulatory calls and emails. I do wonder if there's something about the human psyche that requires constant drama. Maybe this sense of anticlimax is common in those of us who have heard those wonderful words, "You've had cancer. You don't have cancer now."

Suddenly, all the worry of the last two years has gone. I know that I may have a recurrence, but, for now, "all shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of things shall be well". A comforting thought. But I would have liked to have had those fireworks and seen the heavenly host performing a medley of chill-out classics....