Exciting news, I have finished radiation! No more early morning starts for this gal. Just in time as well, my head looks like the tanned old lady from Something about Mary. It is also itchy as hell. On the same day as I finished up my treatment I went to a Brain Cancer Conference at the Cancer Council of Victoria. I know, treat yourself.
It was a great day, I met a lot of other people who are in the same boat. Everyone has a different story and some are doing better than others. I met one guy who was told 2 years ago that he had 4 months to live. Crazy right? Don’t worry, I drilled him for his secrets. I also met another man who has the same type of tumour as me but did not recover as well. It was a nice bit of perspective. I was feeling so good after my day out that I walked all the way home.
One thing that the 2nd man mentioned was that ever since the diagnosis he has had less empathy (says it how it is without remorse). I totally get that and that is what I want to talk about today.
People always say to me that I am quite upbeat and that if it was them that they would be miserable and crying all the time. And my response is, well that’s not going to help is it?
I must admit, I have a much lower tolerance for things now. People complaining about things that don’t really matter really gets my goat. I guess its all about perspective though and it’s my perspective that has changed, time and time again.
I would love to say that this is the first or even second traumatic thing that has happened in my life. I have been through a lot of shit including high school bullying resulting in me finishing up school earlier than intended because people would be waiting out the front of school to ‘bash me’, surviving domestic violence (almost died, phew) and losing loved ones. I am very grateful for everyone in my life and everything that I have. But I am also done with the life lessons now, thanks universe.