When my surgeon first told me he would be removing my knee and femur, one of my thoughts was ‘I wonder how big the scar will be’. Not because I was worried about it looking bad, but because I was worried that it wouldn't be noticeable. I felt like it needed to be big – big enough to show the enormity of what I experienced during my year of cancer treatment. So I’m happy to show off my 40cm scar, which runs down my thigh and ends inches below my knee, highlighted by small staple scars. I’m proud of what it means. It means I survived something that would have certainly killed me, if it weren't for the wonders of modern medicine, determination, and a whole heap of love.
Despite being surrounded by so much love and kindness, my cancer year was the worst year of my life. But it has been followed by the best. Survivors aren't lying when they tell you that things look better, taste better and feel better to them. Defying death is such an eye opener. The trick is to be able to keep your eyes open, and not get lost in the busyness of life; to really try and live each day as if it could be your last. Because it doesn't matter your age, sex, race or religion, no one is invincible, although we may feel that we are. So fill each day with at least one happy memory and you will be able to look back over a life well lived.