I’ve been asked by a few people lately whether I’ve changed in any way as a result of having had cancer – and if so what’s changed? I would say three things in the main have changed:
- I’m much more aware of my body. This sound like a strange thing to say and I’m not saying I’m now a hypochondriac, but if you’ve been through the mill and have been put back together you’re not the same. This isn’t a negative as such I just know which bits aren’t working as well, may need a bit of help and therefore need a bit of TLC OR a kick up the arse! As is the case with my left arm! Yes random I know 🙄
- I try not to procrastinate. My Dad used to say “Elizabeth (full Sunday name) stop procrastinating and get on with it”. He’s right. If you want to do something and you’re mentally and physically able – bloody do it. Meeting up with old friends, starting a new hobby, getting a tattoo, booking that holiday, doing something bold and risky. Just get on with it! If you’re boring yourself by complaining about how much you hate your job – do something about it! Believe it or not you are the only one who can do something about it – what are you waiting for? Time isn’t infinite. Also please don’t give empty promises. If you don’t want to do something just say no. It’s ok to say no, just don’t get my hopes up.
- I need to do what I can to help improve cancer services for future generations. I have a vested interest in ensuring my voice and experiences are heard and that I influence strategically cancer care going forwards. Archie and Elsie have a 50% chance of having the dodgy BRCA2 gene. I won’t be consumed by it. But I need to do this. I am in a good position already within the NHS and have a good level of knowledge and expertise to be able to influence. And so it begins …