It never ceases to amaze me how much better I feel after an early morning walk wiht the dogs, even if the weather is wet and windy. The last week has been frantically busy, and most of the time our walks have been in the middle of the day, usually with me feeling frazzled and the dogs wanting to stop and sniff at every lamp post - not a good feeling when I'm in a hurry to get back to work.
Anyway, this morning I've managed not only to take them out and to do a load of laundry, but I actually started work before 9 am.
The beginning of last week, I must admit, was taken up waiting for the letter from the hospital with my next appointment date. Usually, they just fill in the details on my appointment card, but, because we'll be moving to a different hospital next time (the current one is closing and a supermarket is taking over most of the site - go figure!), they had to send a letter instead, though they couldn't explain why! Presumably they don't have access to the booking systems for the new facility yet, but it does seem very odd. Anyway, I spent the week fretting about the letter. I simply hate getting letters about medical issues. In fact, I now refuse a copy of the letter my GP gets from the hospital because I get so stressed about the whole thing, particularly when what I read in the letter bears no resemblance to what I think we discussed at my consultation!
Finally, it's sinking in that I've got past the two year anniversary of my diagnosis and that not only am I still here, but that I feel better than ever. Every day I am amazed at how well I feel - despite thinking that every twinge or sniffle I experience is a recurrence! We read about people surviving cancer more frequently these days, but it had never occurred to me that I would be one of them. It just goes to show, as I keep saying, that there is life after cancer.
Anyway, this morning I've managed not only to take them out and to do a load of laundry, but I actually started work before 9 am.
The beginning of last week, I must admit, was taken up waiting for the letter from the hospital with my next appointment date. Usually, they just fill in the details on my appointment card, but, because we'll be moving to a different hospital next time (the current one is closing and a supermarket is taking over most of the site - go figure!), they had to send a letter instead, though they couldn't explain why! Presumably they don't have access to the booking systems for the new facility yet, but it does seem very odd. Anyway, I spent the week fretting about the letter. I simply hate getting letters about medical issues. In fact, I now refuse a copy of the letter my GP gets from the hospital because I get so stressed about the whole thing, particularly when what I read in the letter bears no resemblance to what I think we discussed at my consultation!
Finally, it's sinking in that I've got past the two year anniversary of my diagnosis and that not only am I still here, but that I feel better than ever. Every day I am amazed at how well I feel - despite thinking that every twinge or sniffle I experience is a recurrence! We read about people surviving cancer more frequently these days, but it had never occurred to me that I would be one of them. It just goes to show, as I keep saying, that there is life after cancer.
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