Loss
I moved from diagnosis to treatment. Delilah cut Samson's hair and sapped
his strength. My doctors didn't need to cut my hair: the chemotherapy
just made it fall out, and my strength just fell out too. Was it just
my hair they cut off or was I castrated as well? The chemotherapy took
my fertility away. OK, so I don't want any children just now - but I
might do in time. Will the few drops of frozen sperm really be enough
to produce a family? The journey of illness is not only about the physical
illness but also the emotional response. My doctor is attempting to
cure me, but who is going to help me deal with the emotional aftermath,
to try and heal that side of me, and heal all of me? It's not easy,
but counselling offers a space, a place, some time and a face, a person
to listen to me. Someone who will not be frightened by me and help me
heal emotionally.