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For Everyone Touched By Cancer

The Light at the End of the Cancer Tunnel: A Personal Story of Recovery

Written by Sam Rose on 
26th March, 2019
Updated: 27th June, 2022
Estimated Reading Time: 6 minutes

I worked four hours from home this morning and then I made myself lunch.

I watched some TV, and now here I am, sitting on my couch, tapping away on my laptop. Last night in bed, I laid on my front for a little while.

That may all sound boring and mundane and like no way to start a compelling blog post. But four months ago I wasn’t working, not even a little from home. I couldn’t make myself lunch or even get myself a drink without it being an exhausting mission.

Every move required careful thought and a lot of self-motivation before I could move.

I wasn’t well enough to be left alone in my own home to look after myself. I’m usually on my laptop all the time, but writing or surfing the web or even replying to my friends’ messages was too tiring. Sitting on my couch wasn’t comfortable – I had to sit in the armchair, with the seat reclined and the footrest adjusted just so. I practically tied myself in knots getting into a position I could nap in. A walk around the block was practically unthinkable. And don’t even get me started on sitting up to eat, or sleeping in my own bed.

To say I’m feeling grateful these days would be an understatement.

When I received not one but two cancer diagnoses in 2018, I thought I knew what to expect. I’d had cancer before, in 2010 when I was 22. A visit to A&E, an operation to have a polyp removed, and a colonoscopy all eventually led me to my bowel cancer diagnosis in May of that year. I had my bowel removed in July, and had a colostomy bag for five months until my internal pouch was formed in January 2011. After my bowel removal, I was away from my part-time job in a local supermarket for three months while I recuperated. I remember those early days each felt the same. My mum helping me change my colostomy bag in the morning, going downstairs, watching a little television, maybe venturing out for a very short walk around the shops, then back to bed in the evening to repeat the whole thing again tomorrow.

My world was suddenly very small.

When I did have the colostomy reversed and we packed u