Sew I have cancer!

  • And sew to bed

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    I know its not even 9pm, on a Saturday night but I'm in bed and loving it. It's been a long day in the shed. After nine hours of machining, I thought I deserved an early night.

    With every bag I make, I learn a little more about myself. Today I discovered that I'm not keen on working with only one colour palate. To be happy bags, my bags need life and life is all about light and shade, and colours. Looking through…

  • The cloth cave

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    I want somewhere to crawl into, it must be dark and enclosed. And just for me. The rest of the world Is not welcome.

    The meeting was every bit as difficult as I thought it was going to be. I'm not angry with my consultant or nursey, I'm frustrated with me. What I wanted went down like a lead balloon, I knew it would do. I don't doubt for one second that the MDT are clinically right about the lumpectomies and radiotherapy…

  • How much does happiness cost?

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    £6.49.

    Really, that's all it cost to really make me happy. I know I'm cheap.

    Determined not to stop doing everything I normally do, I pushed on. So Sunday came and I didn't have the energy to much more than a bit of nice gardening. Feet up with a cup of tea after the dead heading, I had a long browse on eBay. I had mistakenly entered a wrongly worded search, up came something I couldn't quite believe; the…

  • Once more unto the shed dear friends, once more

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    I don't like taking drugs, today I surrendered. It's all very well trying to tough it out and cope, however, Lord do they help. I couldn't carry on with only four hours sleep. Time to wave the flag and admit my GP might have been right. It's amazing what a day in the shed can do too. I almost feel normal again. Still in a bit of pain but even that's more bearable when you're having a nice time. 

  • A Rant

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    My usual bonhomie has bu**ered off. 

    I'm not saying it was done on purpose but it was damn well preventable. On Monday a stereotactic core biopsy was taken from an unanaesthetised area of my breast. I think I did well to scream only the once. I doubt it happens very often but I'm peeved. It hurt like hell for the best part of 36 hours and it's still extremely painful and tender. And the dressing covering both boobs punctured…