Two Years On
- Surviving Breast Cancer
- Apr 8
- 2 min read
By Jill Rackham
Time has moved on and now two years have passed,
since my breast cancer diagnosis hit me full on like a blast.
But...
Every day taking tablets is now part of what I do.
I remind myself I’m lucky that these drugs are available to do what I need them to.
Every time I hear the word menopause it reminds me this is part of my cancer management plan.
Having this enforced on my body early is when all my side effects began.
Every time I see my scars from surgery I’m reminded of what has been taken.
Four times going into theatre has left me with flashbacks and feeling quite shaken.
Every bone infusion I have takes me back to the hospital where all this began.
I’ve got to know the nurses so well and I’m thankful they always help me in any way they can.
Every review with the surgeon or oncologist seems to prompt bad dreams for me once more.
But thankfully my appointments are much less frequent nowadays than before.
Every time I have an ailment or pain of some kind.
Knowing my risk of a distant recurrence, cancer thoughts once again take over my mind.
Being a cancer patient means a GP visit often results in some kind of a further test.
I’m glad everything is checked out, but it means my worry intensifies even when I try my best.
I have so many daily reminders of what happened in this crazy journey of mine.
But despite all this, the rocky road I’ve been travelling on is getting easier with time.
I try to think positive as my life continues in its new way.
As I am so lucky to have got through all this, that I’m pleased to say.
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