#Day8 and I’m catching up on #MyGynaeMonth posts because I have been busy at Bestival. To break up the dreary cancer chat I thought I would posts something uplifting, as right now I’m feeling good. Sometimes life after cancer is just life. Every now and then (even if it's rare) I get a whole day barely thinking about it (I say barely because I still do a bit, because ya know, it's a bit deal and what not). #GynaeMonth…
#Day1 marks the start of Gynaecological Cancer Awareness Month. This September to help raise awareness of gynae cancers I will be posting every day with a way womb cancer has affected me. I will reflect on the symptoms I suffered, how cancer and infertility has affected me, and the late affects I am still suffering with to this day. You can follow and share my posts on twitter @lid_jar and if you're a fellow gynae cancer…
Dating is a bit of a minefield at the best of times, so add cancer to the mix and it can be a really scary place.
There are so many extra questions and pressures if you are trying to date with a hidden/chronic illness. Do you tell them you have/ had cancer? When do you tell them? How much do you tell them? Do you tell them you can’t have children? All of these questions can add serious anxiety when meeting new potentials…
Last week I was on the Victoria Derbyshire show discussing how the media portrays young women with illness. The discussion was following the publication of a controversial article by Cosmo. A woman's journey through numerous unrelenting health issues including cancer was documented, and how she had been gaining control and learning to love her body again by losing weight. The article was so destructively entitled: '…
Today is a very bad day.
My bad days are fairly rare, and in that way I have been lucky. My very bad days are rarer still, but today is a very bad day.
Usually, I write on a good day when my mind is clear and rational, but as mental illness is so rarely discussed and conveyed, today as I was crying under my duvet contemplating what the fucking point is, I thought I would write.
Cancer and depression go hand in hand, I…
