Round and round we go, life is like a series of circles.
So here I am one year on from the most extraordinary year where life slapped me alive.
End of January 2018 I was newly engaged to my love and I experienced a devastating miscarriage which led to a spell of ill health and a cancer diagnosis, life as I knew it changed forever.
I have been looking back and so very sad for the previous version of me, as I look to just be stable and live in peace now, innocent dreams now tainted as I carry this new cancer world with me.
Where I am now is very testing as I have experienced true pain as a symptom of the cancer, a tumour causing brachial plexus compression, nerves in my right arm are being obstructed and I have lost some mobility due to this.
Feelings of fear and anger have surfaced of how my body is capable of working against me like this, like a betrayal of sort.
This experience has been mentally testing as I have had to learn to be patient with daily mundane tasks, let alone cooking and writing. Feelings of shame has been a huge factor to challenge as my mind wonders what people will think as I am a restaurateur and cannot even hold a spoon properly.
On top of this the synthetic drugs that are helping me cope generally numb your brain down and come with a whole host of side effects to counter the good they do to control the pain.
Funny that one year on after quite a good spell of stability and being very independent and busy living that I am having a taste of the cancer patient life again.
I am currently on a cocktail of pain drugs and have just had five sessions of radiotherapy to my neck.
I found this process traumatic, attending hospital for days and days for tests, sessions, scans and appointments, the faint baby blue walls, the crusty faded uninspiring art, the gaunt faces of patients, full of sadness and despair.
Hospitals are places that supposedly heal people yet everyone there looks sick of life and ready to throw in the towel.
The sessions although short and very quick were painful, I would have to lay on a hard table with a custom made face mask to keep my head still during the sessions. The nerve pain shooting through my arm constantly reminding me why I was there in the first place.
Life throwing me those fire bombs, triggering my post traumatic stress disorder as I flash back to previous hospital admissions.
I recently hit a milestone, I made it to the grand old age of 30, which without medical intervention would not have been possible.
I marked the occasion with loved ones with my favourite food and drinks at home, yet I had this dull pain in my arm at the time reminding my that my life is limited, that the next decade is not guaranteed.
Despite all of this, I am here to move forward, this resilience I do not know where I am finding it but through all of this darkness is hope, that things will change, that everything is temporary.
My life will keep moving and appearing different and my emotions will change, my pain will change, I will see improvements and I will see decline.
I know I have golden moments ahead where I will laugh so hard to the point of tears, I know I will achieve great things, I will travel and continue to be inspired by life.
I thought I would be getting used to this thing called life but every damn day something new blows up in my face and humbles me that I know nothing and have so much to learn.
Life ever transient running in circles.