RAW TREATMENT
Things were happening very quickly to me, leaving no real time for evaluation. I trusted the medical team wholeheartedly, absorbing those colourful fluids into my veins with just the customary wince.
What were they?
Severe nausea was part of the deal, I was told, so my stomach was in for a difficult period.
Subconsciously, my memory of this time has been hacked. There are some quite distressing recollections in that which remains, so I have felt quite comfortable with the less-than-perfect memory. Realistically, the intake of the toxic drugs and bouts of violent illness probably played a minor role in the loss, but passing time and the need to remain positive are basically the factors responsible.
Deep within the chasms of my mind has been trapped the thought that the battle could begin again. Even during the earliest times, that darkest of possibilities rarely surfaced. My forward planning never included ill health or a reversion to intensive treatment. To do so would have been opening wide the floodgates of negativity and despair.
Viewing proceedings from a different aspect left indelible scars within my parents, and their memories are far more vivid than my own. Much of the material to follow has been recorded thanks to their help in discussing incidents from throughout this period.
They are definitely not common topics of conversation in our family.
