My Cancer Journey

  • To dye or not to dye.

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    Husband has now found out that his redundancy is happening sooner than we thought for, his last day is now in two weeks time.  In an effort to reassure him that we are not penniless  I made the serious error of allowing him close inspection of the household budget.  Bad mistake.  He has now found out how much I’ve been spending at the hairdressers.  Good job he didn’t spot the entry for the beauty parlour.

    He…

  • Trying to forget the date.

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    I’m not normally very good at remembering dates.  I’d struggle to remember the precise date of any of my cancer journey without consulting my diaries.   Except for one date which seems to have firmly stuck in my mind.  6th February 2013.  So today is one year since that awful day when I was told I probably had cancer.

    Looking back on it now it seems so long ago. The strange thing is that it still doesn’t even…

  • One year on.

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    Today is exactly a year since the day I first went to the GP about my lump and ended up on this unexpected journey.  I had no idea recovery would take this long.  Otherwise I probably wouldn’t have decided to carry on blogging during my recovery as I’m probably going to end up writing something the length of “War And Peace” at this rate! 

    Today also marks 6 months since I finished my treatment.  I…

  • Muscles I didn’t know I had!

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    I’d been feeling very tired lately, especially since I returned to work.  People kept saying that was understandable.  But it wasn’t to me.  Because it’s not been physical tiredness as I can easily walk to and from work now.  And it’s not been that awful mental fatigue I had with the chemo.  What it seemed to be was a problem with my eyes.  They felt constantly sore and I wanted to shut them all the…

  • Dealing with awkward questions!

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    I know some people aren’t comfortable talking about their cancer but it’s something that has never bothered me.  My cancer is not very common and I’ve found that there is quite a bit of curiosity.  I’ve lost count of the number of people, usually men, who wanted to examine my scar or look at the feeding tube.  I have always been happy to answer any questions or submit myself for inspection.  Until…