There’s rarely a week where someone doesn’t come up to me and say something along the lines of “So, it’s been a year… are you better yet?”

I constantly have to try and explain what it means to have a cancer that has spread into your lymphatic system. The constant fear that another tumor will pop up. The waiting, wondering, and losing sleep over whether it’ll be next week, next month, next year. The anxiety attacks and depression that come every time I get a niggling pain in a joint, head ache, or nausea.

Yeah we could all die at any time, be it getting hit by a bus, or in a car accident… but the odds are always small enough to not think about. Being told your odds of surviving 10 years are the same as that of flipping a coin is not something you can ignore.

Then I stumbled on this, which sums it up perfectly, so I’m going to leave it here on the front page for a bit…