This is a blog about breast cancer – my cancer the surgeon called it as she looked at me earnestly, her hands folded prayer like and her head leaning slightly to the left (I had to try very hard to contain the smirk that was pushing its way onto my mouth. I was sure her next words would be, ‘make it your friend’… As if I wanted anything to do with it!)
Anyway, I thought a blog might be a good way to keep those who are interested up to date with my latest trip along the cancer road as well as provide me with some diversional therapy. I’m going to apologise in advance for any irreverent musings that may take place during these posts. If you think you might be offended by nonsense and off-colour jokes then stop now, go no further because I intend to inject into this experience as much cheek and humour as I possibly can. Surely, it will come as no surprise when I confess to being a little bit scornful of authority. Some might call cancer the ultimate bossy boots so I intend to knock the wind out of its sails by laughing at it a lot. Here I imbue cancer with a personality – of course, it has none. Humour is merely a mechanism I employ when I’m shit scared. (Did I mention I’d be swearing?)
I’ve called this blog, The cancer trip, because everyone calls it a journey and it’s such a hackneyed phrase… and ickily new age. I’ve decided that, if we’re using travel metaphors, the word trip is more befitting my personality. Whoa, what a trip! The word journey implies there are serious lessons about the self to be learned. I think we can also assume dark matter such as cancer could provide good fodder for humour.
My cancer trip. I think it’ll be bad, I think it’ll be good. There will be hilarity, there will be yelling and some of the time I may even be on the road.
I would like to pay tribute to a person who really is on the road and has been blogging about her cancer at Finding Chemo (http://findingchemo.wordpress.com/). I’d also like to give her credit for her humour and for posting this great number from Joe Jackson.