The most well-known fairy tales all begin like this. The flow of the story is always of a similar plot; princess needs help/rescuing/protection from the evil king/queen/witch/mystical creature, and the charming and handsome prince is there to ensure there is always a happily ever after. Given time have changed, and the hero isn’t always a prince, and some of the princesses call upon the help of a sister to aid them in their dire situation – ultimately the end is always quite positive, and has the accompanying feel good music to begin the end credits.
If only life could be written like a fairy tale. You reach a certain age, where you accept that parts of life are going to be challenging, and there will be some struggles, and you pretty much suck it up and carry on. But sometimes, life hits you with something bigger than you as a person. Something that you are completely aware of, something that is not hidden, something that has crossed the paths of many of us… that something is Cancer.
You hear that word, and a part of you goes cold to the bone. That word in itself can end many a chance of a happily ever after. For the patient its going through surgeries, treatments, medications, doctors appointments, counselling sessions, specialist appointments, and the added stress of not knowing how the bills are going to be paid if you have to give up work. Then there is the other side of the coin – the immediate family. The partners, the children, the grandchildren, and the siblings.
I dedicate this blog to the survivors, the family, the friends, those who fought to the very end, but most of all I dedicate this to my mum – the strongest and most determined woman I know. Welcome to my blog… I hope I entertain you, inspire you, and help you in some way or form…