If you want to be reminded of the fragility of life visit a cancer waiting room. My wife and I were in one last week when she went for her now annual visit. It was a “new patient” clinic that day which I can tell you from extensive experience of the said waiting room is the worst one. People go there very soon after their diagnosis of cancer to discuss treatment options with their consultant. The pain of realising that your life has suddenly changed and the raw grief is still palpable. There are so many questions; so many worries and so many uncertainties. For obvious reasons it doesn’t run to time so there is a lot of waiting. Most people have someone with them to support them. A few brave souls are on their own. I spotted a mother and daughter – the daughter late teens early twenties perhaps. I assumed the cancer patient was the mother but sadly when the consultant came it was the young girl who was called.
But for my wife it was a good visit. The various scans and tests showed no significant recurrence of cancer and she doesn’t have to go back for another year. As we left I couldn’t help sparing a thought for the others we had seen in the waiting room. Their battle was only just beginning and sadly some of them won’t be so fortunate.
It’s been a lazy week on the running front. I had five days where I didn’t run at all. I missed parkrun on Saturday because there were strong winds forecast. In the event it was more of a breeze. I’m training again this week and hoping to run parkrun this Saturday. And most exciting of all I’m hoping to make a return to playing five a side football.