Today was the day we got my histology results.
Some of you may be familiar with the 1958 British war film classic ‘Ice cold in Alex’
There is a famous scene in the film where our intrepid hero’s are sat at the bottom of the tallest sand dune imaginable in an army ambulance, no matter how hard they try the trusty ambulance gets bogged down every time they attempt to climb it.
Eventually they decide that the only way to get up the dune is back wards, not using the engine but slowly turning the ‘crank handle’, each painful turn slowly advancing the wheel a quarter of a turn. Day and night they take it in turns inching slowly up the dune until they are exhausted,questioning whether it will work, and when will I finish.
Eventually they reach the top, exhausted but thankful that their burden is finally over. Whilst they pause and reflect on what they have achieved out of site the ambulance begins to move, slowly at first, but picking up momentum as it races down and down , the long windy mountainous dune. Eventually it’s rests at the bottom right back where it started.
The group look on, broken and crestfallen.
That’s how we feel tonight, somewhat broken and crestfallen , for me the metaphorical hill to climb is once again intensive chemotherapy, with each cycle akin to that crank of the handle, each time advancing you further but each one draining every last drop of energy from your body.
We were expecting it but it is still daunting nevertheless. We have been here before and we will have to do it again.