That time has arrived again… I can’t believe it has been 3 weeks already. Ruby and I went to the hospital this morning to get my blood tested and to have a consult with my Oncologist. Admittedly I was tired from Ruby feeding all hours of the morning. Sitting in the waiting room/lounge, I was sitting chatting to one of the other ladies who has her treatments at the same time as me, so we have long chats when there. Another lady waiting for her treatment joined in with the conversation (on how the treatment affected us) it turns out she has been treated for the past 6 years. She didn’t find the lump in her breast and a secondary cancer developed in her liver and this recurs every few years. She looks so well and has such a positive disposition that it’s nice to see after all she is going through. Her husband and I were chatting and he was saying that it is very trying for them and especially him. It really does affect the people around you more than it does you.

Anyway, as we were chatting, a young girl walked past who has a tumour on her brain which is in-operable. She looks about 25. She has been fighting the cancer for a few years too and its getting worse as she has had epileptic fits. My heart goes out to her.

Then another woman was wheeled in by her husband and teenage daughter. She looked very frail. Apparently she is a doctor and had been working part time a week ago, and then suddenly things all went downhill for her. I’m not sure what cancer she has but it reminded me of how fragile life can be and that cancer kills and it could so easily be me in that wheelchair. It was a stark reminder that there is a bitter reality behind this disease and I really need to count my lucky stars and view each day as a gift to be cherished. I have shed a few tears today thinking of her.