What am I giving up for Lent? Why cancer of course
I was wondering what to give up for Lent. Ok, so it has started already but I was inspired by a post on a forum of the perfect thing to give up for Lent. Cancer.
I could have chosen dark chocolate (ouch), alcohol (but I don’t drink)*, annoying people (it is the only thing I actually really do well), having fun (but, believe me, life IS too short for that) and then I had the inspiration to give up the one thing that in so many ways is central to my life; the one thing that I think about every day … I am going to make the ultimate sacrifice and give up cancer.
I realise that this is selfish of me, and that cancer may not survive without me but there are times in one’s life when you have to make sacrifices. Times when you have to put yourself out there and be brave. Times when you just have to go without … and this is one of them. I am going to boldly go where I have never been before. I am going to climb every mountain and ford every stream; follow every rainbow till I find my dream … screech … thud … haven’t I heard that somewhere else before? Am I already in my dream? Sounds like Music to my ears. Actually I am beginning to wonder if the Champagne I drank on Monday has gone to my brain and not left.
I will be going to the city of Bath next week where I may have to purge my soul in the Thermae Spa http://www.thermaebathspa.com/ so that I can repent of my sins. If this comes to pass I will think of all of you. I may take tea in the Pump Rooms or dance in the Assembly Rooms, or just sit in a coffee shop and read a good book. It all just depends on the weather, and whether I can be bothered to do anything that energetic.
Actually I am not sure that I can even imagine a life without cancer now. We have knowingly co-existed for 5 years and 5 months. I have known that it will be with me for the rest of my days for 5 years and 1 month, but for forty days and forty nights it will be cast out. However I no longer regret its intrusion into my life because my life is so much better, so much more fulfilling and happy than it was B.C. – before cancer. I have finally found that it is not the case that in the midst of life we are in death, but that in the midst of death we are in life.
Yesterday I was 53 years old. Now for many that would not be a cause of celebration, but for me? Well I think I had the best birthday ever yesterday. I had lunch in a new sandwich bar/café just up the road from where I work, then after work I met my brother and family at the Hare and Hounds for a delicious meal and a cuddle with my three-month-old great niece. I have Afternoon Tea and a rather posh local hotel to look forward to, and the difficult decision of who to take with me. My niece Lucy strongly suggested that it should be her! Watch this space.
So, cancer my ‘friend’, we must part for the duration of Lent. I must resist all temptations to have you back, at least before Easter, but we will probably meet again. Such is life.
*Except for this Monday when I had a glass and a half of Champagne for my birthday celebration with work friends. This probably doubles the amount of alcohol I have had in my entire life!