Today, 12th July, is a special day for me for 2 reasons.
The first reason is that 16 years ago we arrived on the Isle of Bute and moved into our new flat. I had never been here before and had only seen a few pictures that Terry had taken a few weeks earlier when he came up here to view some flats. He put in an offer on one, it was accepted the next day and 6 weeks later we arrived.
It was the start of a new life; living on a small island close to the sea (well ok, technically not the sea, but close enough for me!!) Peace & quiet, lovely scenery, lots of walks along the beaches. Everything was perfect.
Then along came cancer and the reason why 12th July is special for another reason.
8 years ago today I went over to The Beatson in Glasgow for my last radiotherapy treatment; my treatment for womb cancer was finally over.
I’d like to say that since then things have returned to some sort of normality but the truth is it hasn’t. If you have been following my blogs or know me via FB then you will know that it’s not been that straightforward.
There are no more walks along the beaches; these days I can barely walk down the stairs to hang the washing out.
Every day when I get out of bed, I am reminded that cancer came into my life and I am still living with the after–effects.
Cancer does not care about who you are, how much money you earn, what kind of person you are or what football team you follow!!
They reckon that by 2020, 1 in 2 people will have been diagnosed with cancer. That is a hell of a lot of people – you have a 50/50 chance of being one of them, if you haven’t already been diagnosed.
They also say that a positive attitude helps you deal with it all; well I tried to stay positive when I was going through it all 8 years ago but I have nothing to be positive about now, however hard I try.
So each year, 12th July will continue to be a reminder that there are good things and bad things that happen to us in life.
I guess you can’t really have one without the other.