In the first two months of the year I have had an exorbitant amount of travel. Which I love, if I am honest. Even if it is draining physically, I find it energising (how illogical is that?!) and fills me with motivation, enthusiasm and inspiration. I get a real kick from visiting new places, soaking in the surroundings and exploring.
But even although I have been travelling on my own, I have not been alone. I have been accompanied by an unwelcome presence. He has not been there constantly, but I keep catching him feeding me unwelcome snippets of information. It is that wretched Captain Paranoia. He has been intruding on my travels as I skip from city to city, airport to airport and street to street. He is lingering just behind me, as I explore and I sense his presence around me. He is waiting for me when I get home too, smugly making himself comfortable, oblivious to how unwelcome he is. Or perhaps that is part of his strategy? He has been particularly disturbing my sleep.
It should be no surprise that he is around. In just over a week, I have my next round of checks. This time there will be a six month, rather than a three month interval between checks and it is causing added anxiety. After all, quite a lot can develop in six months. Captain P takes particular delight in reminding me of this. I know I will need to ask Dr W about the pains I had back in December and as always I have convinced myself this will need some investigation. The prospect of the blood tests and what the tumour markers might reveal also plays on my mind considerably. This time I will see four doctors rather than three, as I have an annual post radiation check up with Dr C. And four is an inauspicious number. Plenty to feed an anxious mind.
i slept particularly badly on Thursday night. I would doze off for a while and then wake, looking at my watch, to find out only 14 minutes had passed since i had last checked the time. i would toss and turn. i would curl up under the sheet as it was getting cool, only to throw the cover away a short time later as I was too hot. Knowing I would get up at around 5.30 am, my subconscious would prevent me from sleeping soundly. But at some point I must have dozed off as I found myself paddling in a crystal clear sea. The water was warm, and the water pristine. The sunlight was dancing through the rippling waves and picking up the tropical marine life as if in a microscope. I had a sense of awe and wonder as I picked my way over the white sands underfoot and felt a flush of delight as I spotted a starfish. I have always wanted to see a starfish in the sea. As I looked more closely, I saw another one, beside some colourful coral. And then another one. This was too special to miss and with the water being so clear I paddled gently towards the shore so that I could get my camera and capture these amazing images. And then I woke up! But the glorious images and the accompanying emotion stayed with me through the day. I could see the starfish every time I closed my eyes. I could even re-call it when my eyes were open, if I am honest!
As I luxuriated in this self-made entertainment package, I realised that seeing a starfish in the sea is something I should put on my secret list. My secret list is a kind of “things I would love to do or see and if I don’t make an effort I will find out one day I am too old or ill to do them”. A wish list really. This is secret wish list, with some pretty weird stuff on it. Remember, it’s a secret…….
- Meet a blogging friend in a new place (repeat as often as possible)
- Buy a picture/piece of artwork at a gallery opening and watch them put the red sticker on it.
- Book into the Oriental Bangkok for a weekend. Or maybe a night. Or maybe just have afternoon tea there given the price!
- See a kangaroo in the wild.
- Visit a country with the letter ‘Z’ in it.
- See the Aurora Borealis (northern lights)
- Get funky, colourful nail art on my finger and toenails just for fun, just for once.
- See the rings on Saturn through an astronomy telescope
And now I have added
- See a starfish in the sea
I remember lying in my hospital bed after my mastectomy. My head was trying to absorb the horror of the previous days. I was trying to come to terms with the reality that my left breast had been growing cancer, and that it had been removed along with the 2 tumours it had been hosting. Desperately trying to get to grips with the reality of a cancer diagnosis, I tried to escape by watching the TV in my room. This was foiled by the Movie channel playing one film on a loop. Can you believe they were playing “The Bucket List”?! Over and over, again and again, and no matter what time I switched on, there it was, goading and taunting me in my immediate freshly diagnosed cancer mindset. I really want to differentiate between this secret wish list, and a bucket list. In Scotland a bucket is another word for the bin, or trash, or garbage (depends where you come from). I am thinking of another list which would be of things I do not want to waste good time doing and that would be my bucket list. My “chuck it in the bucket list”. It would probably have things like filing bank statements and tidying that box of old papers in the spare room. But that is for another day. For today, and the coming days I will focus on my secret wish list and re-live seeing those starfish and trust that it will keep Captain Paranoia at bay.