I seem to be suffering from some sort of partial amnesia. This is, I think, a good sign. For a while now I’ve been thinking I should stick something on here about the ongoing effects of treatment, after the big scary bit – the operations, chemo, radiotherapy bit – is done with. I’ve been thinking about the number of things no one really mentioned in advance, or at least no one made enough of a big thing of them for me to pay much attention. But I’ve been really struggling to come up with enough to say about them to be worth writing down. Because it turns out however bad things are at the time, we’re generally pretty good at bouncing back from them. And I’ve obviously been bouncing about so much that the memory of a lot of what I’ve had to deal with has been knocked right out of me. 

Obviously I remembered eventually. Partly through thinking a bit harder. And partly through asking a few people what I’ve been moaning about recently. I’ve done a quick summary here. But the main thing is, none of this stuff is at the forefront of my mind anymore. Leaving more space for the important things. Nails, ponies, friends, coffee… those important things. I’d forgotten how great that feels.