As many of my friends head back to university this week, I
reflect on life before cancer. A life where I was just Emma, not Emma with
cancer.
The other night I had a little cry to Serge. I was upset
because I felt that there are people in our life that know only one side of me – the side that has dominated the last 18 months of life.
I forget what it is like to have people ask what I studied, where
I worked, what my career aspirations were. Yes, all these I speak of in the
past tense because the reality is that, unless a miracle occurs, these are
indeed memories and dreams that were pre-cancer.
