The last few weeks have been really sad as I lost my cat to leukemia. Having to put her to sleep was one of the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to do. This was especially tough because I also lost my other cat over Christmas. These very special ladies were called Ninon and Neptune.
Two years and a half ago, I was told that I had a cancer on the pelvis bone.
It was a week before my 26th birthday. I was lucky, because the tumor was spotted at an early stage.
The cancer (and a rather large part of the bone) was quickly removed, and, after a few months, I could start trying to live again as if nothing had happened.
When I was starting to forget, last autumn,
I was told at the regular MRI check that the tumor might be coming back.
I know, it happens every day, and worse. But it usually happens to others.
I became more anxious, because I knew what was ahead if the cancer came back.
Last Friday, I had the results of my last MRI.
All clear. The doctor told me I could move on, have fun and enjoy life.
I really felt as if a weight was lifted from my chest and I could breathe again.
After all this, I feel like I know Death a tiny bit better.
And myself a lot more.
I just wanted to share my joy,
share the simple fact that people can be cured of cancer.
Even if they are the lucky 50%, one out of two, and some people call them survivors.
This will change. A few decades ago, without MRIs and all the other medial stuff, my chances of survival would have been very different. So please, never forget to support research. Not to save me, not to save humanity. But to save yourself, and all your loved ones.
In the meantime, have a cup of tea, have fun and enjoy life !