After I was diagnosed with cancer I suddenly found it everywhere. Prostate cancer postmarks on the letters coming through the door; big banners for the Race for Life at the local supermarket; on the news; neighbours coming out of the woodwork to say that they had been through cancer ten, 20, five years ago. Here are two of my favourites….
Sitting in the hospital the day after a total hysterectomy I was invited…
It was only ever a rainbow. It wasn’t even a particularly beautiful rainbow and certainly not a lovely setting to see it in. On the way to a hospital appointment driving down the A21 towards Bromley in late winter, with suburbia spread out below a grey sky and just the promise of blossom on the roadside trees. But we still looked at it, me and my friend Louise, and said it was a good sign.
It put me in mind of…
