IN THE MEANTIME… one of my sisters is recovering from radiation treatment received for two brain tumours. They are not cancerous but, because of their position they cannot be surgically removed. All that can be done is to halt their growth. But their presence is causing her balance and memory problems as well as some pain.
Another of my sisters is coping with a husband who is being treated for an aggressive cancer in his jaw. So far surgeons have removed the right side of his lower jaw and have replaced it with bone from his leg, followed by major plastic surgery. He is unable to eat and is being ‘fed’ through a PEG directly into his stomach. The next operation he has to endure involves making a better functioning mouth and jaw for him, so that he may be able to eat and talk. Every day he wonders how he can possibly put up with more procedures and pain.
THEN there’s ….my nephew (and God son) who has been battling a THREE YEAR course of treatment for bowel and bladder cancer. He has endured surgery, chemotherapy and radiation treatment, with all its accompanying sickness and debilitation, whilst trying to maintain a job and a family life with his wife and small son.
MEANWHILE…one of my dearest friends, recently treated for breast cancer, has just been told that another ‘suspicious lump’ has turned up on the latest screening.
AND THEN… my long-time friend (we’ve been friends since schooldays) has been visiting her son in hospital every day where he is being treated with ECT (electro convulsive therapy) three days a week – absolute drastic treatment for his bi-polar condition.
AND THAT is just in my immediate circle of family and friends.
To open the newspaper or check the news online provides me with enough tragedy to make me weep - and to hang my head in shame for even contemplating a whinge about a cracked bone in my wrist!
Oh, happy day!