Having told you all the downside the other day I have to report a different story today.
I was loitering in the foyer of Aylesbury Theatre yesterday, waiting to collect Poppy and Alfred after they had watched Peppa Pig with their two Grannies, when a very nice girl walked up to me and, after apologising profusely for being nosey, asked if I was going through Chemo.
She then explained that she did last year, finishing in October but is still having Herceptin through a PICC line in her chest. To those not in the know, having to have Herceptin is, in short, a bit of a bugger. It means your strain is more difficult to treat and the whole process is a lot longer. However, this girl was so bright, cheerful and positive that after she had left I felt much more positive too. In fact, I still do, nearly 36 hours later.
It is a strange thing this disease. It is like joining a club (oh dear, the repetition bell is ringing loudly in my head, so I apologise). I had never set eyes on this girl before but after a brief chat in a public place surrounded by hundreds of people, a bond is formed - we are in this together - and it did not seem at all inappropriate for her to give me a hug and a peck on the cheek as she wished me luck when we parted company.
I know that if I saw her again in the street we would both be eager to catch up on each other's progress as it is a battle we have in common.
I have no idea what her name is but I wish her every success with her treatment and would like to say a very big thank you xx.
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