Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Slice of Life #17 - Personal Narrative
Approaching the ward with trepidation, the plain lettered sign ONCOLOGY menacingly pointed me in the direction of the ward. My feelings could not be described, on one hand I wanted to run, on the other I wanted to stay strong, and kick those cancer cells to oblivion and beyond. I simply wanted to fight those cells that had invaded my body, wanted to eradicate them forever. As always prepared, crossword in hand, ipod and headphones I had my tools by my side.
In no time at all, my fears were settled by the professional, caring, team of nursing staff who deal daily with patients from all walks of life, battling the same demon. All too soon, I realized that I was but a youngster, someone who was blessed to be given what was described as preventative doses of the toxic chemicals needed to fight this dreaded disease. I chose a bed that was shrouded in sunlight, and hunkered down for the blood tests, needles and finally the chemotherapy drip. All the while, gently closing my eyes, listening to my favorite songs, and visualising my healing journey.
* Many thanks to Hugh, one of my students who suggested the topic.