As my treatment comes to an end, my mind continues to rage. What happened? Did I really go through the most miserable treatment in the world? Was I close to death or am I wrong? Does the fact that there are so many people with cancer mean that cancer is horrific – but nonetheless, irrelevant?
However, much better I feel, there is no hope of a resting place for my curious and anxious mind. While there is hope that the cancer may not return, the reality is that there are no answers. I can only eat well, exercise, stay stress free and hope.