Living With Cancer

I heard the word no woman wants to hear, at the time a shock, a moment filled with fear, fear of the unknown, the first thought of mortality, after many years a change in my normality, news to be absorbed with unnatural equanimity, a treatment that would challenge my own femininity, by now the reader should have grasped the situation, me and the Oncologist at trhe point of preparation. In but a few weeks since my life turned upsidr down, one minute all smiles, and then more hours all frown, the results of the test I had taken before were this time reversed, the Oncologist was sure, the word not one person ever wishes to hear, a word of six letters to fill you with fear, a crisis, an ignorance of what it foretells, brought about by the presence of abnormal cells, th Doctor speaks quietly, explains there's an answer to the problem before us, for I have breast cancer. Now all these years later I'm again the old me, and for more than a decade, I'm counting you see, I do my own housework and with new energy go shopping for others when I have the time free. It seems like a miracle when I think where I've been at the time it was Hell and back if you know what I mean, the physical changes wreaked havoc in the mind, but the Doctors and Nurses were nothing but kind, and I am still here with a good tale to tell now an Octogenerian and I'm doing quite well. The dark days are long past and I do more than cope, for from that time of prognosis I've nevr lost hope.