When the radiographer calls me in and says so how are you, I'm fine trips out before my brain has time to think..
Recently when the course coordinator on the Penny Brohn Living Well with Cancer course asked us to choose a word... just one word that describes how you are feeling this morning, adding... I don't want you to use the word Fine as we all know what FINE stands for:
Fed up (for the less polite F****ed!!)
Insecure
Neurotic
Emotional
So Alert was my reply...
This week as my energy levels take a ride on the big dipper but stop at the bottom, I decide that I will not play the Fine game any more....
I send conversation stopping Text responses with... when I am not at the hospital I am resting all the time...I have no energy...can't wait to get my life back...and on the phone... if the cancer doesn't kill me then the treatment surely will...tired and weary
And today when the radiographer greets me with that's a lovely hat...did you have a nice weekend; my polite reply...
No not really...I am too tired...
is met with a seconds pause as she walked ahead of me then oh I am sorry to hear that... Once inside the treatment room her colleague also enquires, then confirms how many more zaps I have remaining before doing the important checks... can you tell me your name, date of birth, address and which side we are treating...
Bored of my honest, conversation snatching phrases, I shall once again spatter my replies with Fines' replacement... OK, Surviving....lovely to see a bit of blue sky today...
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