Cancer & Me
The Big C.
When People Don’t Know What to say
Its a hard task being faced with Cancer at 20. By way of an introduction to adult life, I would say there are probably easier rights of passage, but they were the cards I had dealt. It wouldn’t be true to say I haven’t felt a million emotions since, but fundamentally, being diagnosed so young has made me who I am. I was at the awkward age where I was no longer a child, but a really wet lettuce of an adult. Cancer changes that. Adrenalin helps. Fight or Flight. By nature I would probably be classed as away with the fairies and definitely flighty. But in the face of cancer, I kinda had no choice. Its a less than ideal conversation starter though. “Hi, My Names Helen and I have cancer” doesn’t exactly roll of the tongue.
As I hope you know by now, I don’t take life all that seriously. There are too many times when you have to. Cancer is who I am, but it doesn’t define me. It makes me a better person, a kinder mother, a happier wife (some days) and gives me an overall sense of a life that’s worth living. Even if its a life filled with drugs, CFS, insomnia, inexplicable anger issues and hormones that have no clue how to behave themselves. But… despite all of this…I am alive. Beat that!
Blog Me Up
Me, Myself & I
Learn a little bit more about what makes me, me. The trials and tribulations of a Mama who isn’t ashamed to acknowledge a fail.
Unabashed honesty, admissions of screw ups and all that goes with having an army of small folks flanked by two ninja kittens!
The Mad House
Home is where the heart is. And ours is happily no exception. A million miles an hour at all times, but we wouldn’t swap it!