There’s no doubt that cancer and the associated treatments age us. Clearly if I‘d kept completely fit and healthy, I’d still have aged a bit, but I genuinely believe I’ve aged quicker than I would’ve done.
What I have to keep reminding myself is that it doesn’t matter. My husband is 9 years older than me so that’s worked out well lol 😂 My dearest friends range from slightly younger than me to a good bit older. They’re my dearest friends because of their personalities, not because of their ages. So why would I worry about my own age when I don’t care about anyone else’s??
We were at a music gig on Thursday night and in the coming week we have two more on Wednesday and Friday. I’m especially excited about Friday…… on its third reschedule we’re finally getting to see Elton John on his Farewell Tour. Unlike many artists, I think he’ll stick to it and not be like others, who have had more than one farewell tour. Hubby and I saw The Eagles on a farewell tour around 20 years ago……seems hell did freeze over after all…..and not just once!!
So, now that I’m in my 48th year of life and 6th year of life with a cancer diagnosis, where do I find myself? What would be different if I hadn’t developed this hateful disease? Well, I might not have aged as quickly, who knows?? I would undoubtedly still be working 5 days a week, probably far too hard, and not taking all my allowed time off. I’d be taking things far too seriously, trying to move up the ladder.
It’s when I consider that other reality that I’m reminded of the good fortune my diagnosis has brought me. Clarity. Perspective. Priorities.
Cancer remains frightening. Aging is a bit scary too. But I live a full and fun life with my wonderful husband, sister, wider family and friends. I work, I play, I live another day. What more could I want?
Older? Yes. Wiser? A bit, but not enough to have become boring! Living with…. Xx
