This is a great blog about how it feels to be ill after a Cancer diagnosis… words I totally understand
What do you do, when your favourite place is also your absolute worst? When I remember having cancer I am always in one of two places. One (as you would expect) is the hospital, the other is in bed at home. Both were accompanied by dark emotions of fear, anxiety and discomfort — physical and mental.
Although it was more comfortable being in bed at home, it was also scarier. The security of having medical staff, diagnostic tools and the (seriously good) painkillers nearby would be stripped away and I would feel so much more vulnerable. I couldn’t press a little buzzer and say to someone within a matter of moments; Is this normal? Should I be concerned? I think something is wrong. I had to determine those things on my own and would be constantly double guessing my own judgement.
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