The bottom line is, why would I write when I no longer have a story to tell?
But for the past two years something has been playing on my mind. And it is going to sound ridiculous, because it probably is ridiculous. When I was first diagnosed with HL
I did some inadvisable googling to see what the hell the next 6 months were going to be like. I noticed something...
People were in remission. Lots of them. But then the posts stopped. And rather than assuming, as one would, that they were just too busy/well to blog, I assumed the worst. I realise now what a stupid and irrational thought process this was. And I have, for two years, tried to figure out how to write a post explaining this whilst also reassuring any new cancer diagnosees that I am still alive, without sounding like a total plonker. I failed.
And on that note, I should probably mention where I'm up to.
Last September was my 2 year 'chemoversary'.
I have a job. And hair. I live in London. Dizzy is nearly 3 and still as cute and fluffy as ever. My cancer no longer defines me. I rarely think about it. I have 6 monthly check ups until the 5 year mark. I still worry about the little things. Since being in remission I have had 5 different jobs. And visited more than 14 countries.
Basically, life is good.
