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It has been a tough week. But the chemo is not responsible for it being a tougher week than usual. Sure I have little energy on Mondays and Tuesdays, but that’s not difficult to cope with. It’s a walk in the park compared to PEXG.

Session three went without incident, apart from a mix-up in appointment times. As I headed in to the day stay unit for my 2pm treatment I received a phone call asking me if I was coming in. I was told I had been due in at 11.30am. I got out the letter and assured the caller that the letter I had been sent said 2pm. So my friend and I got a bit flustered at that point. However, once I was in there and all hooked up everything went well. I discovered that I was not the only one who had been sent letters with incorrect treatment appointment times. So I got my next three appointment times checked to make sure we were all in agreement with what the times were on their data base.

My difficulties coping with my week was caused by people. I really thought I had got passed the stage of people I know reasonably well trying to challenge or undermine the way I have dealt with my diagnosis and disease, and with the choices I have made about how I want to live the rest of my life. But I was mistaken.

It never fails to amaze me the boundaries people are prepared to cross when dealing with people like me who have chosen to accept their terminal cancer diagnosis and get on with living the rest of their life the way they want to. Making the most of each day, each week and whatever time I have left is not good enough for them. I should be chasing miracles, constantly repeating positive affirmations, living in hope, and adopting their philosophy of life. My choices obviously make some people very uncomfortable as was made very clear by the call I got on Monday. It took all my energy to deal positively with the woman on the other end of the phone who seemed totally incapable of listening to anything I had to say.

I was confronted with another person two days later when I turned up to a meeting I usually turn up to. “Lynda, what are you doing here?” she wanted to know. Now this is not the first time she has asked me this. I replied that I intended to continue with the life I had been living prior to being diagnosed with cancer.

I cannot understand why this is so difficult for some people to comprehend or accept. I have few regrets, and I feel so privileged to have been able to have the kind of life and work I have had. Why would I want to give it up and charge off chasing miracle cures or sit around waiting to die?

She then grasped my shoulder in what may have been intended as a friendly gesture which was unfortunately followed by a comment said far too loudly (I was sitting with a bunch of 10 – 12 other people) “oh, you are all skin and bone!” I heard myself responding very defensively “Yes, well, I have lost a bit of weight since my diagnosis and treatment.”

It isn’t enough that these people may mean well. Their thoughtless behaviour can cause considerable distress. Fortunately, I am now linked up with some invaluable hospice services. My fortnightly art therapy sessions (no, I can’t draw – these are one to one art therapy sessions, not art classes), and more recently my fortnightly upper body massage have helped me overcome most of the issues to do with my feeling alienated from my body that I have plainly laid bare in previous postings.

And my diagnosis has revealed that I actually have a great many friends who have rallied round me in so many ways and comforted and supported me. I don’t have the words to adequately describe how thankful I am and how loved and treasured I feel.

Then there is my wonderful family who have also been there for me, each in their own way, all the while dealing with their own grief and distress at the prospect of losing their mother.

So as we prepare to celebrate the 5th birthday of my youngest grandchild tomorrow, I count myself as one very lucky woman. I am content – and happy most of the time – and I am looking forward to really enjoying the coming summer with family and friends.