It just isn't fair is it? There I am struggling at times with dark thoughts of suicide and death and how I can't go on and another women in the country, my home town, my street is being diagnosed with cancer. How bloody fair is that? I wanted to die and they don't.
Well, I didn't really want to die. I wanted the emptiness to end. I wanted to find a way out. What choice does a person with a diagnosis of cancer have? None. They can stay positive and hopeful but they are at the mercy of the gp, to get the right specialist in time. The specialist, the surgeon, the radiographer, the nurses, the hospital etc etc the list goes on.
What am I at the mercy of? Myself and the doctor who prescibes the drugs, albeit the right drugs. The sepcialist if i need to see one. That's it, that's all I have to battle.
How very unfair.