Sharing

I always imagined the scenario of sharing my story with people for somehow I always knew that the time would come that I would start this process. But some how the day that I shared my story to a big group of strangers did not quite turn out the way it did when I imagined it.

In reall life it was way better, more therapeutic and not at all as daunting as my imagination had allowed. Sharing my own personal journey, the one from my heart the one that I am travelling on not the one I write about, for I realise now that these paths are very different. The one is walked upon and the other looked upon, Its almost as though at times you living someone else's life, for the reality of this life is at times just surreal.

So I told my story the unfashioned truth, the lows and highs of a life with cancer. And then I got that cancer look, the one I get when people know. Its like they box you, now I have been categorised and whatever I say from hereon doesn't matter all they see is the cancer. All mindless conversation now turns into questions, disbelief and an interest in a little thing called a tumour. Funny how such a tiny growth can make such a huge impact on people and their perceptions.


There I was at training to be a volunteer for CANSA. The very thing that led me to this point I was volunteering my services for and it was then that I decided to share my story.

And the rest as they say in the classics "is history"