So, here we are at Christmas again. Another Christmas I didn't think I'd see. It's hard to believe that four years ago, I was waiting to be admitted to hospital on 26th December for an emergency radical hysterectomy. That wasn't a good Christmas because I didn't know if I'd even see the beginning of the next week, let alone the next year or next decade. Four years on, I'm still here.
This year is bittersweet; I've survived, but over the last 12 months, many of my acquaintance haven't. I miss my summer mother and my thoughts are with her family as they spend their first Christmas without her.
Today, I'll be cooking for friends who have recently experienced the touch of cancer in their family. So, while I celebrate my own survival - so far - this is a time for memories as well, and a renewed belief in the importance of supporting research into ways to contain cancer and to stop it in its tracks.
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