If you read “My Cancer Journey: One Year in a Nutshell” and wondered why I only encapsulated what felt like a very long year, dealing both with the COVID pandemic and my experience with cancer, well, here is your answer.
I did contemplate blogging every day to memorialize my experience with cancer as so many others have done.
Honestly, at the point of not knowing whether I would live another month or ten more years, the decision to blog (or not to blog) was pretty simple.
Fuck blogging.
I was far more interested in enjoying what life I might have left in the surroundings I’d purposely created.
I live in the house that I had built on a beautiful non-motorized lake in southern British Columbia, which I share with my very best friend and life partner of over 40 years, Ed, and our ‘son’, Jasper the Chocolate Labrador.
It seemed such a waste of time to spend whatever time I might have left sharing the sad, and sometimes horrific tales of enduring what detailing what cancer entails, when I could spend that time, both good and bad, with the people who love and care for me most…
Which is exactly what I did.
I spent the year with friends and family, despite COVID. I shared what I was going through with my friends and family talking on the phone and chatting on Facebook. Moreover, we actually managed 3 small 4-day trips in both British Columbia and Alberta to spend time with more of our friends.
Writing about my feelings on a blog wouldn’t have accomplished nearly as much as engaging otherwise.
The good news is that I’m now cancer-free and can write to my heart’s content!
Yahoo!
