Story
A year on from my first ever race for life. It was an emotional day spent with a team of family and friends who 'walked with me' to help raise funds for Cancer Research. I am under no illusion that there is any way we will raise as much as last year (over £1800 in total, thank you all so much!!) but we are fundraising this year to just keep giving little bits back. As Nanny Cox used to say, " 'Every little helps' the old lady said, as she pee'd into the sea." My 'story' hasn't changed. There are moments of my cancer journey that are becoming blurry - yay! However, 2015 has left us, as a family, feeling mentally bruised. Life threatening diseases don't just affect one person, it strikes everyone around that person with an equally evil blow, just with different forms of pain, and we deal with the aftermath in different ways at different times. Cancer has left my body weak and achy, I have gained too much weight, and some days I can barely walk as the daily medication to suppress oestrogen attacks my joints. 10k will be challenging! I will never be able to say that I have 'beaten' cancer. I just know that, for now, I am cancer free. Or, at least, I was at my last Oncology check! Many times a day I check for lumps, stress about different pains, and fear the worst. I worry that I have developed secondary cancer, that it's over taken my body...etc etc. On the flip side, I have always had a positive outlook and have maintained a cheerful and strong attitude to actually having cancer. I know that I have taken it in my stride with courage and determination - mainly thanks to family and friends for their support, strength and love. I worry about the future and desperately want to stick around to be with my children as they grow up, and to become an old wrinkly with my lovely husband. If cancer can't ever be cured, I would just love for the treatments to be kinder, the prognosis of a long life to be secure, and for the C word to only ever be known as Cockwomble.