Tuesday, November 27, 2018

You grow slowly

Tonight I'm out at St Andrew's night. An annual event here.
I saw people I haven't seen in a while.
'how are you?'
Very normal question.
Who ever really wants to hear the real answer?
This time I resisted the urge to say, oh I'm good. But I have cancer again.
And as the raffle unravels I am doing my best to be the woman I was this time last year.
But each time I know I've changed and my body has changed, not just older but more tumour. More surgery. More risk.
One day I'll run out of kidney.
But not yet.

I didn't win that raffle. 

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

I don't want to

I don't want to
I don't what to chase
I don't want to ask
I don't want to know
I don't want to stop
I don't want to carry on
I don't want to cope
I don't want to fall apart
I don't want to

Saturday, November 10, 2018

I'm nothing special

Some days I just can't believe what I'm juggling in my head. And there are people here who see and know that.
But not my husband.
When asked,  do you think I'm impressive how I cope with all this, he replied
The doctors are.

But me?

I've blocked out the exact details but the gist was no.

No

No

And I didn't know what to do with that.

Did I show weakness by asking?

Is it that his permanent ex-pat lifestyle has left him devoid of understanding.

Or

Is he right

Nothing special about living with VHL.