It's write a letter day for day 6. We could write to our older selves or to our condition.
I
have previously written to my younger self and loved that...my most
important message i found being enjoy life and don't sweat the small
stuff . But writing to my older self paralysed me. Is it tempting
providence? Or do I find it hard to visualise myself as an older
person....preferring to trust the here and now? I suspect a history of
cancer stops you being complacent about the future and that's where I am
just now.
So instead it's a letter to my condition...breast cancer.
Dear Cancer
Twice,
yes twice you have now come along to disrupt my life. You weren't
invited, I'm not even high risk but that didn't stop you. Both times you
came when I was least expecting it. Not prepared at all. No full
cupboards or freshly laundered life prepared for any guests. No, just
muddling along each day and even at times feeling in my prime and there
suddenly you were.
Did I at some level invite you without realising? Was life too easy till then? Did I do something to deserve your visit?
Now
I know I'm at least fortunate you didn't invade everything-you didn't
bring your extended family -and that made it easier to get rid of you. I
hope you aren't still squatting somewhere that I don't know about
,ready to sneak back in when again I'm not looking. But I don't know
really do I?
Hence this letter. I'm telling you, you are not
welcome in my life nor in any of the lives of my family and friends.
They are precious and don't want you either.
So can I suggest you find another way to use that impressive ability to reproduce and grow.
Perhaps
you could produce energy to heat homes of those who struggle. What
about using it to heal those with degenerative disease, replacing those
cells that cause such devastation? And if these things are too hard just
now surely there is something else. We live in Scotland......you could
eat midgies perhaps....no Nobel prizes for that maybe, but believe me
we would be grateful.
So I bid you goodbye, you aren't welcome back, go and do something useful so I can wish you well in the future.
Not yours
Audrey
This blog is about my thoughts on my own experience of breast cancer and becoming disabled, on self care, my passion for improving health and healthcare and about heartful leadership in all areas of life.
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