Born in July under the star sign Cancer, I always doubted astrology’s predictions — until I was told I had cancer.
The switchback time since has shown deep lows and surprisingly good highs. I’m still cynical about astrology, but at least my metaphorical stars now show signs of a brighter future. October 2017
Wonderful highs came from repeated, generous support from family and so many friends and acquaintances; a birthday which at one point I had feared I wouldn’t see; and especially the Golden Anniversary celebration with family of my half-century marriage to darling Marilyn. We plan to celebrate well into the next fifty.
Low points were the cancer diagnosis, anaemia, surgery, and the start of chemotherapy. But to level things up, I have the least threatening form of stomach cancer (a GIST — gastro-intestinal stromal tumour.) And the CT scans showed that my enlarged aorta (arterial aneurism) is the smallest it has been for over ten years.
Daily, tablet chemotherapy was challenging at first, but gradually settled into a comforting, and not too uncomfortable, long-term routine. The whole experience brings a new perspective and growing confidence and hope. I’ve got the gist of what my future contains – including the shared hope that my ability to find decent puns will improve.