I discovered the lump in my breast completely by chance, while soaping up in the shower. I wasn’t alert to it.
After the diagnosis I was completely the opposite: I have never been so alert. With every ache or bump, those thoughts rush in all directions. Those are all those lines in my illustrations.
My mouth can’t even keep up with what I’m thinking and I find pronouncing it a kind of ‘jinxing’ so I don’t do that. And I don’t want to make my loved ones around me crazy or worried. That’s what makes it lonely to have cancer.
I recently read the definition of loneliness. Loneliness = feeling disconnected from the people around you.
So a phone call at the right time from someone who has experienced the same thing is very nice. Or some other form of attention, I am very grateful for that.
I’ll be back, but now I’m in survival mode for a while.