It's been a strange Christmas this year. For some reason, more than other years, I've been thinking about my cancer experience, possibly because the five year anniversary seems to be such a big deal. Today, it's five years since I was admitted to hospital. Boxing Day 2006 was not my best day ever! Not only was I worried about being in hospital, never having done that before, the weather was appalling; heavy grey skies and poor visibility. My neighbour had kindly offered to take me to the hospital after lunch and, once I'd packed a very small overnight bag, I spent the morning pacing the house until I had the bright idea to go for a drive around the places I love, 'just in case...'. Naturally, I couldn't concentrate on what I was seeing as I was worried about the time, but it did help a little simply to look at the landscape and to feel part of it.
Today, the contrast is huge. The sun's shining, I'm well and I hope I'll be celebrating my 10, 15 and 20, if not 25 year anniversary too.
My reflection today hasn't been so much on the fear of surgery (and I was terrified) but upon the date; it seems to me that if you have to be in hospital at all, a good time is over a big national holiday - it's quiet! I'm very, very glad, though, that I'm not there today.
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