no trumpets or cake

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… today. No letter from the hospital .. no phone calls from my doctors. NO CHEERING!!!!

Because today 5 years ago did I leave the hospital after my cancer treatment. Had 2 bad weeks in the end when my body just said enough is enough and shot down completely.

So somebody should declare me CANCER free today. In away I’m glad that nobody has made a fussy about it, because … I don’t trust the DEMON.

On Swedish television we have a commercial saying “doesn’t matter where they found the tumour, it will always go to the head”. Nothing is more true.

I have made it so far and … all the experts say that the chance that it will pop up again somewhere else is minimal.

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So how have I celebrate???? I bought myself a big chocolate bar …. a Thai take away … and I a  very nice black silk tunic. They didn’t have it in red. *smile

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And of course a pair of shoes …. brown leather Brogues.

Before my treatment my doctor told me that it could be that my taste buds will play up, so if I really like something … I shouldn’t eat it, because it could end up that I was turned off by it.

Great I thought … then I will eat chocolate … so will that guiltily pleasure be done with. But it didn’t work. Wasn’t that lucky.

It took quite a while time before I went back on coffee, wine and cheese, wine still not taste so good as it did before.

The Mojito was never affected.

Thanks to everybody that has been there during my journey … friends and professionals – and I have to say … thanks to NASA also, for the Da Vinci Robot.

Sorry, Folks, but I have plans to stick around for about 30 years. *smile

Today I’m kissing the cancer’s sorry ass goodbye … and I suppose I should accept the sorry ass it provided me with. But I don’t!!!!!!!

My thought goes out to all those that just now struggle with their recovery and treatment … to all the dear and near ones that has to be bystanders through the horrible journey. I wish you the same luck as I have. There is no heroes in war against cancer, we are neither winners or losers.

“Let me breathe
‘Cause I’m drowning in your shadow
Let me leave
Respect me, do not follow me
Believe
I can make my own tomorrow
Let me breathe

Does it make
You feel good ’cause you own me?
Does it take
Your puppet strings to hold me?
How I ache
As you’re trying to control me
Let me breathe

Let me dance
‘Til my shoes cry
Let me laugh
Let me be

Let me dance
Let me choose my life
Let me climb the living tree

Picture this
When you wake up in the morning
And I kiss
Your sorry ass goodbye
What would I miss?
There’s nothing I can think of
As I leave

Let me climb……
The living tree”

This brilliant song .. The Living Tree – sang by Dame Shirley Bassey …. was my peep-song during my treatment. Listen to it over and over again during my chemo treatments every Monday for 6 weeks.