Coping With Cancer: A Personal Reflection

So, here we are back a little quicker than the last while. Time, boy where does it escape to? Trying to come up with engaging content is by far the toughest part of writing. To those who do this for a living, you have my admiration. Blogging about my life and cancer battle can hit a wall when nothing really exciting happens. But, in a catch 22 I really prefer the stable part of journey so far. As far as content do you want to here what I just had for supper or that I finished my third book this year…Ah, probably not.

A little news for ya then and it’s probably the worst kept secret, but I along with my boys have officially moved to London. We have moved in with my new partner and have started creating a new life in a much bigger city. Mind you we lived in Brantford for quite a while, but London is about 4 times the size of it. After small town living for the last four years it’s back to the big city for this guy. It’s not too much of an adjustment, learning to live with someone new, creating a schedule. Bring the good things about my life here and starting to making new lasting memories and continue to communicate and learn about and from each other. It has been a great start and they’ll be much more to come about this new journey, one full of joy, love and greatness.

The Anniversary No one Wants

Since my move, I guess I should say we are 95% moved in a few loose ends to tie up yet. Back to what I was saying. With life falling into place now thoughts start to pop up in the old grey matter. It is simply hard to believe I’m creeping up on the sixth year of my diagnosis. Crazy, right? The way last year flew by and all the things we saw and experienced it almost felt like life was normal. That is until the twenty eight days go by and I’m taking a needle in the behind. Speaking of that I just did the math 140 needles in the bum cheeks, you don’t even want to know what the cost of that is. Thank god for insurance. Also for the amount of injections I’ve had there is no scarring tissue, which would mean I’d get like lumps on my butt and it would make for tougher treatment.

Six years and fortunately have had minimal growth and most tumours seen to remain non-functioning (a good thing). There is a very small cause for concern for a couple rouge ones in my mesentery that started acting up eight months ago. Yet have seemed to halt before any real significant trouble. Doctors keep a watch on me with a CAT scan every six months. However the frequency of the oncologist visit has dropped to one phone call and one in person visit per year. That means only one blood test per year and the old piss jug seems to be retired. The consensus in our community is that it was a very inconsistent test anyways. Man…I just got comfortable carrying around that jug’o’pee.

With the real date around the corner I’ll keep this one short, I’m just happy starting to get back in form again. Being consistent and plugging out a post even if it’s not easy. Really nothing about this journey has been easy. I find myself becoming complacent about this killer inside me. It’s so easy to do, most days are good life seems normal…a friendly reminder to myself this will never be normal. Staying mentally and physically tough is important it’s what keeps the human spirit in me alive. There is a lot of fluff out there on social media platforms form people who have no idea what a real struggle is. But, sure like to pretend they know the answer to your problem. Turn that shit off or block it, only you know what makes the heart and mind full, happy. If you don’t take some time search for yourself, it’s there, trust me.

Thanks for following along, this is the start of a new series. Lots of exciting things planned, poetry, thought provoking posts and some new video content hopefully soon. Life is good follow along. I know I’m a little late, but I will get to all your comments. Like, share, re-blog, vote and/or drop me a comment. What’s on your mind? Is there any way I can help you? Cheers, Steve