Chemotherapy is over, but after the initial euphoria the next waves start to loom on the horizon. More doctor's appointments. More unknowns. More risks. And through all of it both of us are trying to find a balance between being alive to the real threats and living a bad outcome before it happens.
Meanwhile, the end is in sight so thoughts of 'life after treatment' are in the mix. What will happen after all of this? Is there an expectation that having cancer should lead to drastic life changes? Do we want everything to 'go back to normal'? How will C get on if she tries to use maths metaphors to understand her next choices? And did we forget to look for our gratitude to modern medicine in all of this?
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