The last few months have been a journey. My relationship with cancer has been much like my relationships with a number of women, brief but intense!
For those of you who don’t know, the pathology results are in, and they got it all. There is no current evidence to suggest it will return.
I feel like I have my very own group of Guardian Angels, The Coffs Harbour Writers’ Group, Lorraine was there almost every day, Yvonne brought me flowers from the group, no one ever bought me flowers before, I feel as though you were all there willing me through it.
I had the operation Thursday the 1st December, had my first walk the next morning. Saturday I was moved from intensive care, to the surgical wards. My first shower is always-good therapy. When diagnosed and preparing for the operation I went into training, running cycling and swimming, got rid of a couple of kilos, and reduced my at rest heart rate from 48 to 45. The physiotherapists thought this was wonderful. I knew it would help my recovery.
I set myself the goal of attending our Christmas Lunch, I wasn’t sure I could do it, but goals should be about stretching yourself. When I arrived and Suzanne greeted me with “I cannot believe you are here”, I actually felt quite proud of what I had achieved. My apologies to Leonie for scaring her, when on the way home I asked her to drop me back at the hospital as one of the dressings had started to leak.
Suzanne has been bringing me food parcels; I have been thoroughly spoilt, and loved it of course. But here’s the thing, I now have about 0.5 percent of understanding of what it might be like for a woman to lose a breast to cancer. I’ve only been for a walk in the park.
When I was first diagnosed I said cancer and I would rumble, and we would see who got tired first. I thought it would be me, but cancer couldn’t take the heat, so I won.
So what is next? Well it’s back to normal, finish the kitchen, a holiday in Cambodia, and 11, 12 March 2017 marks my return to motor sport.
I cannot begin to explain, what your support has meant to me, many of you know some of my background and childhood from my book, ‘My Sisters and Other Witches’. At 66 it’s been a first to feel that others care about Roger Harris, and it feels good.