Sunday was a strange day with strange emotions. It was my birthday, and brought with it a host of mixed feelings.
At any age, it is of course something to celebrate, but as the years advance it is also an important time to reflect. This year more than ever.
My birthday last year was one of those big milestone ones and I found the lump a few weeks later. I can’t help but connect the two events in my mind. It is odd to think that so much has happened in the past year, and that I was blissfully unaware of the cancer present and growing when I was marking that milestone birthday last year.
Looking back over the past year, particularly, is impossible without becoming emotional. And the nature of cancer means that looking to the future is equally fraught with emotion through the uncertainty which a cancer diagnosis brings.
So the way I approached this birthday, was in keeping with the way I try to approach my relationship with the cancer beast. By small actions which I have in my control, and which make me feel good. So I rounded off the day in the pool, swimming one length for each of my years, which took me to a smidgen over a kilometre. That can’t be bad for a girl who has been through the Triathlon from hell!