An Inconvenient Year

An Inconvenient Year

Yvonne Joye

Language: English

Pages: 108

ISBN: 1908518154

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

It is a book that deals with the social side of cancer, as a parent, a lover and a friend. It is a story of coping with uncertainty, the reactions of others and living with them too. It documents the total shock and utter fear that a diagnosis brings and the hopelessness of surrendering to a treatment that brings its own baggage yet ultimately insures life. It talks about confronting hair loss along with discovering the more covert assault on all things feminine. Yet at the very root of the book, ahead of the fear and anger, there is humour and laughter. Though the story of cancer has been told before, it has not been told like this"

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bath, poured me a glass of wine and as I immersed myself into the froth, I tried to make sense of what was happening to our lives, to my family and to me. There was a knock on the bathroom door and my little girl comes in. A pain that will become familiar rips through me. She sits on the cover of the toilet. She grabs a fist of bubbles from the bath and blows them up into the air, generating a cascade of tiny baubles that fall back down and break on her upturned face. She laughs, then reaches to

what I repeatedly said to them. “You are right,” I tell my little girl who is simply obeying the rules as they were taught to her. “The only thing”, I continue, “is that people will be relieved to know that the cancer I have is breast cancer because everyone knows breast cancer, not like some other cancers, can be cured and we don’t want anyone to worry about me too much, now do we?” I can see her thinking about this. After a few silent moments, I continue: “If you wish, we can leave out

“No,” I hear back from Niall displaying a stubbornness I did not realise he owned. “I am coming in, I need to see you.” I close my eyes; I want all of this to go away. I open my eyes. “Niall,” I manage to sound a little stronger. “Luke needs you…please stay home… he can’t see me like this.” From the woeful glances I am receiving from across the room, I am assuming I am not looking my best. The urge to sleep is dulling me. “God, Yvonne, I should be there with you” Niall presses “No Niall”

fine. “This is great news,” he continues, “the cancer has not spread and your back is clear.” I still cannot speak. I nod and nod repeatedly as though he can see me. He must be used to this reaction because my lack of verbal response does not perturb him. “I will need to see you Friday to discuss Taylor X, but for today, just enjoy the good news because Yvonne, this is great news” he repeats. Finally I manage to squeeze air out from around the lump that is strangling me and my voice emerges

there had only been a few drop-offs and collections from school, I sensed people looking at me, assessing me and wondering if I was wearing a wig or not. “Guys,” I start. We are in the kitchen, having a snack. It is the day of the concert and they have just returned from school. They are examining their food as though it isn’t quite what they asked for. “Guys, I begin again. “I have a favour to ask. Tonight at the concert? I’d rather not wear my wig.” They both stop examining their food.

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