I’m going to kick start this portion with a picture of me in a tree.
This was taken Christmas Day at Waverley Abbey. Past Gerry doesn’t know it yet but she is soon going to miss sitting comfortably. You enjoy that perch Past Gerry. Revel in the Christmassy moment.
Three days after the picture was taken (and luckily because I can count I make that the 28th December) another letter landed on my doormat. Future…
This week’s blog post is going to be brief as what I am writing about was a very brief encounter.
Oh, good grief Charlie Brown! No! Not that type of brief encounter.
Two weeks after diagnosis I met the consultant who was going to be my consultant and who got to have the immense privilege of being the one that removed bits out of me.
At this point I had been bounced between two hospitals like a tennis ball – Frimley…
In 1998 Barenaked Ladies sang ‘One Week’ and in that song, the singer referenced that it had been one week (hence the name) that a nameless lady had looked at him. It has been longer than one week since I wrote my last blog post but trying to make, ‘it’s been nine weeks since I wrote a blog post about my cervical cancer because I’ve been busy and stuff,’ is just a little harder to fit into the tune.…
Interrupting my regular scheduled blog post with a… well, a regular scheduled blog post. The next post I do will be entitled ‘How to Tell Friends and Family that You Have Cancer Whilst Making It Sound Like You Have Nothing More than a Common Cold so that You Keep Their Spirits Up While Somehow Simultaneously Convincing Yourself that You Have Cured Your Cancer via the Power of Positive Thinking Because the Brain Gets Weird…
Last blog post was about what a Trachelectomy is. This blog post is about my own Trachelectomy or at least the surgical part of it and the hijinks that ensued. Ooh, you are lucky things! To be fair, as I was unconscious for most of it I don’t know how long this post will be. I am planning on doing a post-Trach post (that’s a lot of posts) separately.
Here is the Jolly Christmas Postman.
Why? Why not? (Because…
