Nobody told me it would feel like someone was slicing my penis in half.
That's not the kind of thing that appears in the immunotherapy leaflets. The leaflets talk about fatigue and flu-like symptoms. They mention, in passing, that some patients ...
Tuesday 26th May. Immunotherapy day.
We arrived at the Queens Centre at Castle Hill Hospital just before nine. I’d been asked to come in for nine, so being half an hour early felt like the right approach — keen, prepared, ready. We headed...
There’s a particular kind of weekend that exists in cancer treatment — the last one before everything changes. The weekend before the first infusion. The weekend where you still feel like yourself, where the drugs haven’t arrived ye...
Immunotherapy is confirmed for Tuesday.
That’s about as quickly as they could have started it given everything that’s happened over the last few weeks — the Gamma Knife, the seizure, the steroid reduction — and the fact that i...
When the critical illness payout was confirmed, my first feeling wasn’t relief.
It was guilt.
Which is, when you think about it, completely absurd. I’d paid £18.99 a month since September 2017. Eight years of premiums, nearly £...
