Some of you know, some of you don’t - but I’ve had a lot of time on my hands recently.
While I have managed to do a little work, most of my time has been spent reading, researching, and trying very hard not to feel too bloody sorry for myself.
But an article I read today by international cancer blogger Chris Lewis in the latest edition of My Healthy Lifestyle gave me some food for thought, and probably a much needed kick up the arse. I strongly recommend you give it a read.
Let me explain. I need a job.
I mean I really need a job. Not the money. Not the security. The job.
I’m experienced. Across the broad spectrum of journalism and broadcast news I’ve been there, done it, and bought the t-shirt. I’m not even that old.
So what’s the problem?
I have cancer. Da-daaa! That’s a downer, eh? A bit of a party stopper. Stage IV too!
While I am relatively new to the struggle, I was only diagnosed in August, I am already feeling isolated from the regular workforce that was once so important to me.
I had given up my full-time job and was on the threshold of entering the freelance market when I was diagnosed. Talk about awkward timing - just when I needed every ounce of my energy and confidence.