There are those days I rise full of vigour clenching my fists like a trained boxer, feeling the power that exists within my body to force out and dissipate energy of a powerful nature sufficient to cause a knockout punch. Clearly these are far and few between moments. “The mind is strong but the body is week” …show more content…
She sits on edge, pondering the possibilities of her loved one, not realising that I myself am on tenterhooks. "The one thing that has come out of all of this is that our family has become closer, stronger, and is prepared for whatever news happens to me. There is a realisation having witnessed the demise of my mother, her sister, and her brother that this family may need to prepare themselves to fight the cancer fight for generations to come. I have learnt many lessons from my cancer journey. Fighting prostate cancer remains the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. Being in the hospital with other patients, some of whom knew they wouldn’t win their battles, I came to see that peace is always there. No matter the circumstances, no matter the ugliness of the challenge before me, giving up was not an option. After a few months of my cancer journey, I decided I didn’t want my fight to include a lack of communication between myself and my immediate family. I’d seen other people fight cancer, and I always felt that there was a certain amount of silence to it. It felt like we were all scared to say or ask certain questions or raise points. I didn’t want my fight to be like that. I wanted to talk openly about what I was experiencing, and I wanted to ask very important questions along the way. Asking the important questions was always worth asking, even if the answer wasn't a happy