This year seems to be a year of death and terror. I seem to have been crying almost constantly. It started with my dear Dad, and since then I have lost another friend, and recently yet another has been told she’s terminal. Terminal?? What the fuck? [I have given up being polite on here by the way – ever since I used the word ‘bloody’, Google decided my blog is obscene. Or some such. Like I care…]. Terminal – what IS that? But as she is dealing with it with aplomb, so shall I. But it’s so hard.
On top of that, another couple of friends have had recurrence. Oh God that dreaded word…it ends ‘Life as We Know It’ and starts ‘Life Ruled By Treatment and Fear’. Scary scary and more scary. It has made me upset all week – I don’t sleep, and if I do, I have dreams of dying or being cut open to find monstrosities…plus one of my dearest friends has had her ovary removed, and is waiting for the biopsy result. Her ovary was apparently 15cm of tumoury mess. Cursed ovaries!!
I am so tired. Of worrying. Of death. Of cancer.
PLEASE spare anything for my fund raiser – it’s for ovarian cancer, cervical cancer and breast cancer research. We desperately need this research – please help to fund it? Thank you…ONE pound would be enough and greatly appreciated.
Oh – almost forgot! Was in the paper again this week for the next fund raiser. Most of the facts are right – one of them, that I am 48, is rather chuckalicious ;)