Counting My Blessings

I belong to a couple of forums for those unfortunate enough to have secondary breast cancer. They are thought provoking places to visit.

They have interesting information about our condition and the various treatments. A place to compare and contrast.

The more I read, the more I realise that under the circumstances I'm not doing too badly. As I have said before I don't especially like playing the Pollyanna "Glad Game", but at times it's hard not count my blessings.

Firstly I was not fobbed off by my GP when I went about my back pain. Many are with disastrous results. This meant that the spread of the cancer is not as bad as it could have been. The medical staff at my hospital are without exception brilliant, something that I would expect at all hospitals, but I have discovered this is not necessarily always the case. The nurses and technicians listen when I point out where my last surviving vein is, rather than disregarding my experience and ferreting about for another unusable one. My oncologist treats me and my husband as the intelligent human beings that we are. This is also not always the case, indeed some oncologists don't even look at their patients when they are talking to them, let alone keep them fully informed. I have also "won" the postcode lottery as the treatment I am receiving is not available everywhere. All of this before I have even got on to the joys of the side effects. It is difficult to separate out what is caused by the treatment and what is caused by the cancer but it really doesn't matter when you are being afflicted by them. I have not had any nausea, my delightfully overactive bowels, which is a very common side effect, have eased up, my general aches and pains are easily controlled with painkillers, and whilst I am by no stretch of the imagination sailing through this, I can see that I am having a much easier time of it than most.

My friends and relations have been and are being lovely. By and large they are treating me as they always have, rather than with the sympathetic head tilt "how are you?", which makes my life delightfully ordinary. So far none of them has got bored with the fact that I am not dying. If this sounds surprising then it is because there are people out there who assume that because their friend who has incurable cancer is still around then they must be faking it. Clearly some people just aren't dying quickly enough!