At the age of 27 and after welcoming my third child to the world I was diagnosed with follicular thyroid cancer. At the time I thought it was the end of the world. I quickly underwent surgery followed by a course of Radio iodine. Normal (ish) life resumed for a good few weeks before blow number two. Mum had Breast cancer. A battle commenced with the toughest woman in the world versus the beast and after months of fight she won and was given the all clear. That summer we ran the race for life and as we crossed the finish line we felt safe in the knowledge that we had fought and won and we closed the book on that awful chapter. Or so we thought...
Fastforward 18months. Blow number 3. A phone call. Your dad has leukaemia. World shattered. Devastation. Treatment started quickly. Dad didn’t cope well. Terribly poorly, huge weight loss, awful side effects, infections, flu, impaired vision, depression, anxiety. First blood results showing not in remission. Keeping positive. Chemo round two. Dad coping a bit better, less severe side effects, stronger mentally. Respite from hospital. Half way through chemo.
Boom blow number four. Your Mum has cancer again. Most likely ovarian. Also in lymph nodes. More tests to be run. The strongest woman in the world isn’t so strong anymore. She has been knocked time and time again and so have we all. When did life get so cruel and when will it get better. I don’t know how much more we can take.