I am Thursday’s Child. Eighteen months of treatment for breast cancer, and I had planned to spend the summer recovering. We looked forward to the future together; Eric, me, and Sia the spaniel. In the words of David Bowie’s song, I was ‘…doing my best with what I had’ A new series of photographs, as I was able, was underway.
Thursday’s Child, according to the children’s poem, has ‘far to go’. As indeed I do. Before I knew it, I was back on the treatment treadmill; the cancer had spread. Yet more treatment, provided 1700km’s away. But there’s a whisper of hope. I won’t give up; the treatment is working, another summer is coming, and I plan to be well.
Thursday’s Child by David Bowie:
All of my life I’ve tried so hard
Doing my best with what I had
Nothing much happened all the same
Something about me stood apart
A whisper of hope that seemed to fail
Maybe I’m born right out of my time
Breaking my life in two
Throw me tomorrow, oh oh
Now that I really got a chance
Throw me tomorrow, oh oh
Everything’s falling into place
Throw me tomorrow, oh oh
Seeing my past to let it go
Throw me tomorrow, oh oh
Only for you I don’t regret
And I was Thursday’s child (oh oh)