I had dinner recently with a friend from uni I hadn’t seen in almost two years. I emailed him to say Merry Christmas, and to say that I hope life is chugging along fantastically. His reply was quite unexpected. His 2009 was shit. He had been diagnosed with and treated for a rare cancer, and while he’s in remission now, it wasn’t an easy road to get there.
So over a dinner of sushi, we talked about hospitals, our medically-interesting bodies, incompetent doctors who don’t diagnose properly, how frustrating it is to have one thing after another go wrong, how you feel when you’re an atheist with people offering prayers for you, and what the future holds.
The conversation that night was a lot heavier than our conversations of the past, where we would mainly be discussing how shit our lecturer was, but it also felt as though we had a lot more in common now than we did when we first met. It was an interesting evening, and it made me realise again just how amazing our bodies are. The way they work is practically magic!
