The life changing bombshell of a CANCER DIAGNOSIS affects people in different ways. Just as everyone's journey is different, the initial processing of such a seismic analysis of the prospects of you living any longer (nothing gets sugar coated in that tiny room) leaves you in a world so empty.
Time flashes by, your life is catapulted into focus like never before. I feel like one of the lucky ones, although my Prostate Cancer is locally advanced, metastasis , although always knocking loudly on my prostate door, never entered the building. But that doesn't mean it never will.
I didn't have a 'lightbulb moment', there's thousands of cancer folk championing the need to get checked, ladies and men in a much worse position with me: all fabulous advocates of wellbeing.
I was diagnosed in May 2018, and having had a history of depression, something inside me said I didn't want my adorable family to worry about me, as they had, especially in the previous five years.
It was almost like a default mechanism took over (lots of cancer people will tell you this), I became strong, right there right then.
I decided that I would put my heart and soul into giving my body the best chance of survival. I was already 'fairly fit' (57 then) but I knew I needed more, more stamina, more strength, AND more research.
I read up for endless hours on nutrition, cancer treatments, side effects and decided to dedicate myself to the illness, NEVER seeing it a battle against the illness, but working with it and trying to keep my mind strong.
Chemo Cookery was born, I started devising recipes, taking photos, and when I had finished learning for the day, I learnt some more and then some. I'll never stop.