Warning: this post references post-surgery bleeding and pooing and tries to provide attempts at humour.
My advice for any person who is about to have a Trachelectomy procedure and wants to know what to prepare for afterwards is this: –
That’s the only thing you need to do now. Whether this be mentally, physically, spiritually or grammatically please engage in some selfish behaviour that isn’t even that…
I’m dashing through this blog post on account of me realising that it is February and my good intention to update this blog more regularly has already failed. No, hold on. We don’t say failed we say…
I have also been channelling this guy: –
No, not on account of my adorable fluffy cuteness but on the fact that I simply CANNOT be punctual.
The reason I am dashing through this post is because…
“Gosh, you know, I would just LOVE to stay completely motionless for twenty to thirty minutes whilst being held inside a long, noisy tube as it scans for me the spread of the cancer I have just been diagnosed with. Even better if I get to do it twice in one week!”
Said absolutely no one in the history of humankind, EVER.
Welcome to Diagnostic Imaging week!
Four days after my diagnosis I received a call from…
In my rather creatively titled ‘blog post one’ on cervical cancer I gave an explanation as to how stupid I have been. In said post I also mentioned that I was lucky. This may seem like an odd word for someone to describe herself as when she has just received a cancer diagnosis but I will elaborate on this in another post soon.
I also mentioned that I would expand on cervical cancer symptoms because in my case…
I write this the night before I say goodbye to my cervix. Tomorrow it is being removed via a rather brilliant surgical piece of equipment and a rather brilliant surgical procedure. Whilst I may come across as flippant about this, please rest assured, I am not. I’m writing this to expel some nervous pre-op energy. I’m also writing it to expand upon how lucky I am, something that I have alluded to in previous posts.…
