I was told it was my last Christmas
Dec 22, 2020
4 minutes
‘We thought we had a long future ahead of us’
Perched on the edge of the hospital bed, I studied the consultant’s eyes, trying to predict what she was poised to tell me. ‘I’m so sorry, Sharon, but I’d estimate about six months,’ she said.
I felt my body deflate as I crumpled to the floor. A nurse wrapped me in her arms and helped me back onto the bed, trying to find the right words to reassure me. But how could I be reassured at this point?
It was December 2015, and the doctors had just told me there was nothing more they could do. The chemotherapy
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