Receive an e-mail from Laure Waleffe (El Campello, Comunidad Valenciana, Spain):
"For the record, I got cancer (Hodgkin) in 1993, and I had chemotherapy for 8 months. In a way, I was lucky as I wasn't alone: my grandfather also had cancer at that time, but he was at the last stage. So I had someone to talk, someone who knew and understood what I was going through.
The best sentence for me is "I see the light at the end of the tunnel, I just hope it's not the headlamp of the high-velocity train", I thought it was so funny and made perfect sense.
The things that helped me most: I was writing down everything, good or bad. And also my best friend, who came to visit me almost every day when I was in the oxygen room, just to tell me how was her day. Nothing about the illness, just stupid things as "I went to the movie last night and kissed my boyfriend" or "We went to have dinner yesterday and it was so bad, I had to vomit in the toilets". You know, normal life...
The things I regret: people acting like idiots, like crossing the street when they saw me, in case it was contagious and also the fact that when I entered a room, everybody went silent, or stopped making jokes, as if I didn't have a sense of humour anymore."
Thank you Laure. Write any time you want.
The things that helped me most: I was writing down everything, good or bad. And also my best friend, who came to visit me almost every day when I was in the oxygen room, just to tell me how was her day. Nothing about the illness, just stupid things as "I went to the movie last night and kissed my boyfriend" or "We went to have dinner yesterday and it was so bad, I had to vomit in the toilets". You know, normal life...
The things I regret: people acting like idiots, like crossing the street when they saw me, in case it was contagious and also the fact that when I entered a room, everybody went silent, or stopped making jokes, as if I didn't have a sense of humour anymore."
Thank you Laure. Write any time you want.
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