Trigger Warning: cancer
This month marks the tenth year since I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I am cured, thankfully, and recently officially received confirmation of that from my annual scans. But I am loath to mention my celebrations, as I have so many friends whose lives have been blighted by the long shadow this horrendous disease can cast.
Only the other day I heard that another friend’s life had come to an end, after years of cancer treatment. On the bus on the way home yesterday, when I mentioned my celebrations, another friend reminded me that our mutual friend died from cancer not long after my diagnosis, 9 years ago. Also yesterday I spoke with another friend who is in the middle of her annual cycle of griefs – it’s 3 years since her husband died (far too young) from cancer. And I noticed again the Facebook profile of a friend I made in hospital who was exactly the same age as me, but who sadly died aged 39, less than a year after we met, in the midst of her treatment.
In memory of all these remarkable people and also in encouragement of all of my friends who have gone through treatment and survived like me, I do want to write of my gratitude.
Last night my housemates cooked up a storm to help me celebrate. It was good to remember and also to celebrate. A lot has happened in those ten years for which I am so grateful.
This morning as we prayed we read this quote from Evelyn Underhill:
When we are in good health, we all feel very real, solid, and permanent; and this is of all our illusions the most ridiculous.
May I never take the gift of life for granted.


