
I love this photo taken by my lovely other half in La Spezia towards the end of August on holiday in Italy last year. It makes me think of that moment in time expanding into multiple parallel universes and time continuums …… but that’s just me the sci-fi nut! We never know what’s ahead do we? And in that time-honoured tradition I have (like so many others) been knocked flat by that unwelcome and unexpected visitor that is cancer during these first few months of 2024. Seeing the stream of faces at clinic appointments recently has been a window into a new world where I see people at various stages of this strange and worrisome disease through initial scans, through diagnoses and then the various aspects of treatment. No two people with cancer have the same experience. Each journey through it is entirely unique.
I won’t bore with intricate details of my own pathway through this but suffice to say I have never experienced anything else quite like it. For it really is the experience that keeps giving with new twists and turns every week ……. I don’t think my experience is any more or less difficult than anyone else’s but what has been eye-opening is that scanning machines and wards are not made for those on wheels or with deafness and it does add a layer to the experience which has not been altogether welcome. But what shines through is the dedication and kindness of NHS staff who have so far helped me to navigate the bumps and I feel very loved by those who love me. And that’s a lot. It’s a lot and it’s enough.
I guess it’s fair to say that I have lived to work for the past decade and more. I touched on this in February’s post where everything has stopped suddenly and you are presented with a wholly new thing to get to the other side of. I imagined a few months in my wisdom. Hahaha to that notion! Work has been cancelled and postponed and my head has just been so full but of what exactly!? Well, there is a healthy dose of fear and it’s cold and dark but while I allow myself moments to linger I do not dwell here. I am at home on my sofa or I am at hospital. It’s almost impossible to plan but the lurching from one day to the next has slowed down into a new rhythm of waking up into each new day and seeing how it feels, trying it on for size first and then seeing how it goes. Expectations are small. There are tiny bits of work still but oh so tiny and uncertain and to be done in new ways. There is also a brain used to working at maximum capacity which has been bored and so thought it would be a good idea to do an introductory Open University module in psychology just because there was a need for something, anything else which was not to do with what I usually do but which would transport me into something else completely new at regular intervals. And so with copious cups of tea I read and work through my OU materials on psychology as and when I can. Just got 81% in my first assignment and got a total chuffer for it’s the small triumphs these days!!!!!
I think it will continue to be the very smallest of things that continue to be the most heart gladdening. Like coming round from my first surgery to find that the nurse had kindly put my hearing aids in so that I wouldn’t wake up and not be able to hear. That bit of thoughtfulness is not lost on me and I treasure it and the support I am receiving on a daily basis from family and friends. My next little challenge is to make a little presentation about how I work with captioning in my creative practice for a symposium that I cannot attend in person. I do not want to be on camera at the moment so finding ways to try and make something engaging without my face in it hehehehe. There are always words though which is a good thing for I’m fond of those …..



