It’s been a month today since my last radiotherapy session. The skin underneath my left breast got really blistered but is now looking a lot better. Even though the sessions had ended, the radiotherapy was still having an effect and working on my breast even though I was no longer getting zapped.
It’s common for this to happen for people with larger breasts (as if I’ve not suffered enough cos of my breasts!) but it’s great that I no longer have the painful sores. The GranuGel, pads and gauze really worked their magic.
Both had such a great positive reaction from people, which is always a good thing
My Twitter and Facebook feeds were full of people sending their congrats and praise for being involved in each campaign. I’m still so proud to have been a part of both and, in a really cheesy way, I hope that it makes a positive difference to someone. That’s one of the main reasons why I blog. Dealing with cancer can be so lonely at times (I felt particularly lonely when I came around from having my lumpectomy and didn’t see a familiar face or didn’t have a special someone be there to physically and emotionally hold my hand) so if what I’m going through can help someone else, or can make them feel less lonely, then great.
I’ve blogged earlier how once people hear about what I’ve been going through, they really go all out to do amazing and lovely things for me. I got a message from a lovely friend called Bev that told her friend about me and he managed to get me free tickets to BST Hyde Park. That really blew me away as that was over and beyond nice. I got to see Roots Manuva and Blur on the Saturday and Mika, Chic featuring Nile Rogers, Grace Jones and Kylie on the Sunday.
Seeing Kylie was especially poinient as we’re both Geminis, we’re both female and we’ve both had Breast Cancer in our 30s. Watching Kylie do a 90 minute set with bags of energy and always with a smile on her face was really something. You can hardly believe she had Breast Cancer and it really goes to show you can come out of the other side.
Last weekend was Pride weekend. Beforehand, as well as doing a video ad for London Underground stations, I also filmed a video about my Pride Heroes nomination.
I’ve also talked about Becky in early blog postings and how it didn’t seem fair that she’s no longer with us, so I’m so glad that by nominating her, she can still be with us, especially for a cause she was so passionate about. My friend, Al, who was her partner, and her parents were overjoyed at the video, which made me happy as I was terrified I would balls it all up in someway.
As if I couldn’t do enough for Pride in London, I also was a flagbearer in the parade. As my parents are from Ghana, I applied to wave the Ghanaian flag.
The flagbearers were right at the front of the parade and, along with Iran, Uganda, Nigeria, Russia and Egypt, I was behind flags of the United Kingdom, Europe, Ireland, Mozambique and the USA. Apart from the unattended bag/suspicious bag/bomb scare, the guy protesting about Barclays Bank being a major sponsor of the event, a group of people protesting about the over-commercialisation of the event and the United Kingdom Independence Party LGBT division barging themselves into the parade, even though they had their place revoked, the parade went really well. I personally didn’t hear any negative things said towards me or to anyone and even spotted a couple of friends in the crowd.
It was my first official time at Pride and I had such a blast!
The month of June started off in a somber mood but ended in such a fun way. Going out has made me more tired, which is an annoying side effect of all the treatment I’ve had so far, especially the radiotherapy, but I’m feeling more like my old self before my diagnosis. It’s like I’ve had an upgrade to my Operating System, some things are the same, some new things have been added but some things have caused a slowness nobody wants!
At Pride, I was talking to my friend, Sharon, about how I don’t really date as I’m petrified of rejection and she said something along the lines of “You’re beating cancer and you’re terrified of rejection?! Get a fucking grip!” which made me laugh so much because it’s so true. Cancer is far scarier than asking someone out and being told no, but there I am, not taking a chance. I’ve still got to work on that, or wait until Jon Hamm finally comes to his senses 😉 but I’m coming through to the other side and into the light so who knows!