Reflection.

Opening my blog and realising that it's been a full three years since I updated it.

I've been meaning to write for a while now, but the older I get, the more I procrastinate.

It's now exactly eight years since my first chemo session, the first of six.

Thankfully still in remission, but with lingering long term health effects and the constant, back of the mind ''what if it comes back'' niggle that will never go away.

I never had a eureuka moment on finishing treatment, the change my life for the better moment that so many survivors seem to have.

But it has definitely changed my outlook on life.

I'm spending more time in the garden, appreciating the small things in life, and have learned to pace myself, as fatigue is an ongoing issue.

I've also recently been diagnosed with hyperparathyroidism, after breaking my shoulder last year kickstarted a long overdue dexa scan and repeat blood tests.

These were my first blood tests since chemo in 2018, and highlighted high calcium levels.

Interestingly, breast cancer has been linked to hyperparathyroidism. And looking over my 2018 blood tests, I had high calcium levels before and during chemo, which weren't picked up by the oncologist.

So now I'm post urine tests - also showing high levels of calcium - and pre kidney scans.

I'm trying to put it to the back of my mind.

Along with the crumbled filling in a wisdom tooth that I'm also studiously ignoring.