Race for life

Gosh my life has been busy lately and it's not due to stop any time soon. At least I have a holiday on Thursday and I'm off to Spain to spend time with Roseann on the fincA. Some very strange emotions were re awoken today as my lovely neighbour is running Race For Life. Her hubby asked me if I was doing it and I had to tell him no as I find it to emotional. Before I got cancer I used to do Race For Life , I found it a very moving experience, I would spend the whole 5k in floods of tears, both amazed and proud of the reasons people were there , for me there was always feeling of collective grief. It the same feeling I get when I walk in a church, especially catholic ones. I remember walking into a church in Majorca and I was totally overwhelmed, the tears started almost immediately, it was the same when I went to Sacre Coer, just can't explain it. However St Paul's was a totally different feeling I actually found it a joyous place. Strange eh?? Anyway back to Race For Life, I remember running it with my good friend Rosie one year and she said she had never known anyone with cancer , little did we know then about the mutant cells multiplying in my breast! Have I told you about my bad dreams?? They are horrific, very graphic and frightening, normally involving death of someone ....I even dreamt my lovely little Sofia who is only 3 died in horrific circumstances. It seems I'm not alone, one of my BC friends is experiencing the same thing.her doc has put it down to the tamoxifen and I'm inclined to agree. Both Val and I had the same cancer, same treatment plan and are about the same age. I'm hoping like her I'll get the all clear for another year when I go back next month. I'm going away again for a couple of days later , it's only work but I think I'm gonna like it. The team always lift my spirits and they are great fun to be with......somedays they are the only reason I get out of bed!