THE BENEFITS OF CANCER
Cancer is not all bad, you know. Actually, yes it is. But despite that, there is quite a handful of "benefits" to having cancer, believe it or not. Here is my attempt to highlight one or two of them...
THE CANCER CARD
"If you've got it, play it"
Having cancer is, by its very nature, the single biggest benefit of having cancer. With cancer comes the metaphorical Cancer Card - the ultimate Get Out Of Jail Free card.
Need an excuse for something? Play the Cancer Card. Forget to do something? Too knackered to face a social event? Play the Cancer Card. Want an upgrade, or to change your ticket to something? Play the Cancer Card. After all, you can't argue with cancer - it's the ultimate airtight excuse!
...and flowers and macaroni cheese and baskets full of goodies and brownies and Cook deliveries and...
People are astonishingly kind, thoughtful and generous and frequently over the last year or so we have been on the receiving end of some amazing and delicious bits and bobs of which, without cancer, we wouldn't have had even the merest sniff. A huge thank you to those that have been SO generous - we are truly, sincerely grateful.
Yes, cars. Sorry.
Much like cake and flowers, people have also been exceptionally generous with their vehicles, whether that means lending them to us to drive ourselves (the McLaren above, for example), or for us to be chauffeured in. Being a hopeless petrolhead, this has been a massive treat. For me, at least. Bekky's slightly bemused by my enthusiasm.
Having cancer = Having a lot of time
If you're anything like me, you will have spent the majority of your adult life mildly stressed and pressed for time.
Not so when you have cancer. Suddenly you have a lot of Time and very little Stress. Admittedly the vacancy provided by the absence of Mr Stress is filled many times over by Messrs. Worry, Concern, Fear, Chemotherapy and Surgery but we'll turn a blind eye to them here, given we're talking the Benefits of Cancer.
It is nice, though - no deadlines, no clients to keep happy, no pressing-send-before-attaching-the-attachment, no having to stay late or get in early. Instead one finds oneself gently meandering about the place without life's usual pressures.
This is, of course, hugely important as I believe stress and the avoidance thereof is vital in the successful treatment of cancer, so I have a huge debt of gratitude to my employer, Batcheller Monkhouse, for looking after me and removing work-related stress from my shoulders. Many others are not so fortunate.
BLASTS FROM THE PAST
Long, lost friends are suddenly in touch
Since D-Day (that's Diagnosis, obvs), I have heard from people from all over the world who I very much doubt would have been in touch were it not for the fact that cancer had crept into my life.
And while the circumstances are not exactly ideal, it is genuinely wonderful to have heard from everyone who has been in touch. Friends from my time in the Far East, friends from when I lived in London, friends from school, friends from former places of work. People who, in some cases, I never expected to hear from again. And that is a wonderful thing. Hello, old friends. Thanks for keeping me company on this journey.
(Disclaimer: Don't worry, Friends In This Photo - we haven't lost touch. It's just an old photo and you're old friends so thanks for helping out)