Forgive my tardiness, it’s been strange…. and hectic.

Dawny the Little Beut over at Random Spillages from a Reportedly Strange Mind nominated me for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award before Christmas and I’m only just getting around to saying thank you. I apologise for my tardiness Dawny, my only excuse is that it’s been strange and hectic and I’m not as organised as I could be!


This is the second nomination I’ve received for very inspirational blogger and I’m a little lost for words.  I never expected to write about cancer, life and the other things that pop into my somewhat cluttered mind in a way that might inspire others.  I am so grateful for your support and kindness.

Tina at Eyes for Gaia nominated me for this award a little earlier in December; here’s a link to that post which includes, as per the rules, seven things about me.

There are so many deserving bloggers (and blog supporters who don’t blog themselves) out there. I really would like to nominate them all. But this time, as per the rules, I’ve chosen 15 great blogs and the very inspiring people who create them:

Now I’m off to prepare for chemo tomorrow.




Cardinal virtues, cancer and justice. It just is.


How often do we hear children say “that’s not fair!”  How many times have you asked why you or someone you consider a ‘good’ person was dealt the worst hand in this game called life?    The truth is…. life isn’t fair.  There’s little justice.  It just is.

Today’s reflection takes the cardinal virtue of justice – or it just is – as its theme. Buckle up, this could be interesting/thought-provoking/nonsense. Read and decide for yourselves.

Justice: Noun – just behaviour or treatment; the quality of being fair and reasonable.

Cancer doesn’t discriminate, it will happily strike the fittest, slimmest, most health conscious people if they’re genetically predisposed or exposed to certain environmental factors. The process of this disease is extremely complex.  Justice plays no part in cancer development, treatment or the long-term outlook. It just is and whichever hand we’re dealt, we have to make the best of it.  I could witter on about it forever; instead I’ll draw your attention to three points for contemplation – treatment, employment and family/friends.

Treatment:  We have a National Health Service in England. You might think it’s free; it isn’t. It’s partially funded by National Insurance contributions deducted from salaries at source. Most people also pay for prescription medicines, dental treatment, opticians and anything to do with hearing.  Cancer patients are exempt from prescription charges which seems fair and reasonable however we have to pay for dental work, sight and hearing aids in spite of the fact that some cancer treatments affect eyesight, damage hearing and teeth.

Another common misconception is that the NHS prescribes the most effective drugs, e.g. to manage side-effects. This is a fallacy.  The NHS prescribes on affordability; it often means cheap substitute drugs.  NHS administrators balancing the books assume this is OK because substitutes are designed to do broadly the same thing as their more effective (and expensive) counterparts.   However, cancer patients and medics will tell you substitute drugs don’t always work as well. They often cause unnecessary suffering and avoidable hospital admissions (that prove more costly than the more effective drugs), it’s more stressful for the patient and adds to the workload of our overstretched doctors and nurses.

Look at the words – unnecessary, avoidable, suffering, stressful and overstretched.  Now associate them with the justice – the quality of being fair and reasonable. It doesn’t make much sense does it?

In the US things are more confusing. I’d love £1 for every post I’ve read from someone fighting an insurer over the scans, medicines and follow-ups covered by their policy. The words fair and reasonable come to mind until I remember the mantra life isn’t fair.  I used to work in insurance; insurance companies want to make money, they don’t care that my US friends are fighting for their lives and need the best treatment to enable their survival (or provide a comfortable journey to the end of life).   Those without insurance are in an even more difficult situation; the most needy people treated in the poorest way by a civilised society.  Justice? No. It just is.

In low-resource countries the situation is desperate.  Fatality rates are highest in these countries because most have resource constraints that limit the capacity for detection, diagnosis and treatment.   In these countries women most commonly present with node positive locally advanced breast cancers; chemotherapy is required to treat them and often the underlying resources/infrastructure are absent.  When chemotherapy isn’t available these people only receive palliative care. Once again the poorest people are dealt the worst hand in the game. It doesn’t have to be this way; it just is.

Employment:  Scorchy over at The Sarcastic Boob wrote an excellent piece titled Professional Identity in Crisis.  Times have changed; for many women their careers are an integral part of their life so exclusion from the workplace for any reason (could be employer incompetence, failure to understand or appreciate what a person with cancer wants/needs during treatment, the effects of treatment itself or issues created by metastasis)  can have devastating consequences.  Continued social interaction during cancer treatment and the survival benefits of support networks at home, at work and in the community are well documented.  Eating healthily, avoiding processed foods and buying organic where possible is significantly more expensive than supermarket own brands.  Purchasing drugs that aren’t provided by the NHS or an insurer is very costly.  Work is important to the cancer patient for many reasons. Ultimately it’s important in a practical sense; cancer patients need money to live. Putting them on the bread-line or into the benefits system (where one exists) makes survival a thousand times more difficult.  Inducing stress by causing unnecessary worry is a proven route to metastasis!

Sadly too few employers understand cancer, too few seek to establish what the cancer patient wants to do and too few make adjustments that would enable the individual to balance work, treatment and the benefits that stable employment and sustained social contact can bring.   Too few employers think about the real issue a cancer patient is facing.

The real issue is life or death and I defy anyone facing the uncertainty of death to deny that compassion, just behaviour and treatment matters to them. It’s one of the only things that matter when everything else is sliding out of reach.

 Family and Friends:   Justice, family and friends is a conundrum.  Cancer is tough.  It’s tough on the patient but it’s equally tough on family and friends. They don’t have to go through treatment or side-effects but they share many of the same worries. Will the treatment work? Will the cancer come back? Will s/he die?   As with all traumatic life events some of us are better equipped for them others. It doesn’t mean some people are good while others are bad, we just have different approaches to difficult situations.

What many cancer patients need more than anything is a sense of certainty. Cancer throws everything up in the air and makes life very uncertain.  Family and friends are well-placed to generate certainty by remaining present, offering support, listening and providing a shoulder to cry on.    As the family or friend of a cancer patient, this can be difficult; fear isn’t reserved for the patient alone. Patients have no choice, they have to find a way around, over or through their fears.  Family and friends have more choices; they can choose to overcome their fears and be staunch supporters of the patient. Or they can be consumed by fear and chose to hide away.  I understand the second choice, fear and flight go hand-in-hand but I couldn’t do it myself.  I couldn’t abandon a family member or friend in need.  I understand some things look too hard, too painful and too frightening to endure and that might be true – but you don’t know for sure unless you try.

When family or friends decide it’s all too much, cancer patients have a variety of reactions. Sometimes they blame themselves for the impact they have on other people when dealing with a disease they didn’t ask for and have very little control over.  On occasion they may get angry and ask ‘how could s/he disappear at a time like this?’  Often they just get sad; the absence of dear ones who’ve been ever-present until cancer came a-calling is an emotional blow.

Fortunately I haven’t had this experience but many of my friends have and it’s hurt them deeply, far more deeply that the cancer itself.

Justice, treatment, employment, family and friends.  It’s not for me to tell other people how to behave but I pose a question – to health providers, insurers, administrators, employers, family members and friends….

Imagine you’ve been diagnosed with cancer.  Today, as you hear the words “you have cancer,” your whole world begins to fall apart.  Everything you thought you knew, all the plans you had, your hopes and dreams, they’ve all dissolved in front of your eyes.  You’ll feel this way tomorrow and the next day and the day after that.

It just is and you’re going to have to make the best of the hand you’ve been dealt.…. somehow.

So ask  yourself how you’ll assess justice, the quality of being fair and reasonable, when you can’t get the treatment/drugs you need, when your employer fails to understand the importance of your career or your need to work.  If that’s not enough, some of the people you hold so close to your heart just disappeared from your life in a flash.

Are you wondering what just happened to you? And what they hell you’re going to do about it?

Justice: a nice concept crying out for the practice of being fair and reasonable.

It just is.



Poker (Photo credit: maorix) Life isn’t fair so we have to play the hand we’re dealt.

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Heavenly graces, cardinal virtues, cancer and Christmas.

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Yesterday was busy as Christmas Day always seems to be. Cooking, cooking and more cooking followed by cleaning up. I didn’t mind because the meal was very much enjoyed, even by my son who employs the ‘avoid vegetables at all costs’ policy. Time spent in the kitchen offered an opportunity to reflect on the past year and  consider what it’s like spending Christmas with cancer treatment as my ever-present companion.


The words ‘faith, hope and charity’ came to mind as I checked the turkey’s progress.  I’m agnostic and although those words are described by some as the heavenly graces, to me they’re just words with some significant meaning.  Having contemplated the heavenly graces I also mulled over cardinal virtues; fortitude, justice, prudence and temperance.  The Greek philosophers identified these many, many years ago and philosophy was one of my recent topics of study so it’s no surprise the cardinal virtues joined forces with faith, hope and charity as I prepared our carrots and parsnips.


These seven words –  faith, hope, charity, fortitude, justice, prudence and temperance are as good as any to describe the experience of cancer at Christmas, the dirty mark it left on 2012 and my attempts to erase it.  I like things to be relatively clean and tidy, not perfect but passable.  Cancer doesn’t fit that bill:


CleanAdverb – so as to be free from dirt, marks, or unwanted matter.                   Adjective – free from irregularities, having a smooth edge or surface.


Tidy: Verb – bring order to, arrange neatly.  Adjective – arranged neatly and in order.


I’m no longer free from marks or irregularities nor am I arranged neatly and in order.  My treatment plan is designed to eradicate unwanted matter but there are no guarantees. I aim to be passable in 2013 hence my theme for today is Faith. 


Detecting that there’s something wrong with our bodies calls for faith.  Faith that we’ve a relatively good idea about what we look and feel like, what’s normal and abnormal. Without this underlying faith I’d have faced a heap more trouble this year.  The trouble I found myself in was trouble enough.   Unlike crustaceans and salamanders we can’t regenerate body parts and we can’t operate on ourselves so we have to place our faith in the medical profession; sometimes its a challenge.  I received a clean bill of health in January 2012. What if I’d ignored the inner voice whispering “there’s something wrong” until  January 2013?  It’s almost too scary to contemplate.


Fortunately I trusted my instincts and returned to the medics; unfortunately they confirmed my concerns. Diagnosis is one thing but treatment is quite another.  There’s so much to weigh-up at a time when rational thought can be displaced by disbelief.  More faith was required – to remain positive, chose the optimal treatment pathway, believe surgery and harsh chemotherapy would do the job (without killing me in the process or disabling me for the rest of my life).


These are big decisions that medical science can inform but as yet no-one is equipped to fully underwrite.  Alone with the knowledge that any choice I made would be life-changing called for a leap of faith. The maze that is cancer and its treatment meant I’d either find myself on solid ground or I’d need to learn to fly PDQ.


Cancer treatment, particularly chemotherapy, is challenging.  Being confined to a physical body undergoing chemical warfare and death at a multi-cellular level on a regular basis isn’t an everyday experience (thank goodness).  Things fall off – hair, eyelashes, nails; other things stop functioning – healing processes, skin renewal, the immune system.  I learned how to fly to combat an extended period of imprisonment in a body I barely recognised that’s ill-equipped to do the things I want to do.  Flying combines a good deal of faith that in time, things will repair themselves with the knowledge that I can think myself free.  Free from needles, free from chemicals, free from hospitals, physical impairments and pain.  My physical body may well be dying at a rapid pace on a regular basis but it doesn’t mean my spirit has to follow suit.  It can be anywhere it wants to be.


Christmas with cancer has been quite different to other Christmases. Socialising in crowded places is off-limits and visiting or receiving visitors is only possible if people are fit and well.  I’m happy in my own company but I never imagined being a hermit and this Christmas is proving unusually reclusive due to the need to avoid germs. Waking on Christmas morning in the knowledge that I’d be back at chemo camp in three days, on steroids again within 48 hours and doing a human pincushion impression several times before the week was through also put a slightly different complexion on things.  It would have been easy to dwell on  these less than festive thoughts but they’d have stolen the spirit of Christmas.  I set them aside, had faith that I could ignore them and went about making it an enjoyable day for the sake of my family.  My mission was accomplished  – they enjoyed it and that’s all I asked, with the help of a little faith.

In spite of this year’s difficulties, having faith that I could overcome adversity and in the abilities of those who care for me has enabled me to jump some significant hurdles while remaining relatively unscathed.

Tomorrow I’ll reflect with justice as my theme.