So you know what they say, “lightning doesn’t strike twice…” Well, it’s a lie, or should I say a myth?
I was born in Venezuela where, by the Catatumbo river, lightning strikes not just twice but up to 280 times an hour… You don’t believe me? Read all about it and watch the spectacle.
So now I’ve got your attention here’s my story.
On 6 October 2015, two days after completing the Bournemouth Half-Marathon, I was given a diagnosis of cancer, more specifically Neuroendocrine Tumours (NETs) in the small intestine with metastasis (spreading) to the liver. The symptoms I had felt for the previous nine months were so common that my doctors were baffled, and to be honest so was I.
Up to that time I had been supporting Michael, my husband, who 30 months before had been diagnosed with advanced bowel cancer. You see, lightning does strike twice… Michael died on 15 January 2016; I now know he found it difficult to cope with the news of my diagnosis.
So this blog is about living, in every sense of the word, with cancer. I’m trying my best to stay alive for our beautiful children.
The views I express here are my own, unless of course I’m quoting another source in which case I will make sure to acknowledge it.
Thank you for reading,
3 thoughts on “When lightning strikes…twice!”
If I have to use a word to describe your blog, I’d say: Inspiring. Once I started reading I couldn’t stop. I admire your strength and hope you keep it no matter what happens next or how hard the life strikes you, that will be your best legacy to your child. Best wishes from Venezuela.
I’m so sorry to read your story and the loss of your husband. You must have remarkable strength, I do look forward to reading more. 😄
Thank you for reading ❤️
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