Yesterday's pre-appointment bag making was frantic. The usual gentle chug of the foot peddal became a whir in short bursts. It was more of an avoidance of thoughts than determined machining. There was obviously something playing on my mind but I didn't want to acknowledge it. Seams weren't straight and unpicking was plentiful.
My breastcare nurse is a treasure. The biopsy results from the last round of tests…
A few months after I found the lump, it started to bleed.
Needless to say I was off to the doctor like a rocket and unsurprisingly my mind was already whirling. A couple of weeks later I was seen at The Breast Care Centre in Bristol. It's a brand new centre that's very swish, it aims to be a one stop clinic from scan to diagnosis. Unfortunately it didn't quite workout that way for me.
My first meeting with…
Pulling the sewing machine out of the cupboard was a bit of an effort. So much so, I pulled a few muscles. I was giving the sore area a rub when I felt a lumpy area in my right breast. After a good feel, I wasn't too concerned as it was soft, mobile and not painful in the slightest. After setting up my new sewing room, to be honest I'd quite forgotten all about the lump. And it stayes forgotten for months.
My…
I might live in Gloucestershire but I'm not referring to the rugby terrace, I mean my shed, the humble or not so humble pile of planks at the bottom of my garden. When I moved in, a little over a year ago it was spider heaven. Now it has plush carpet and better underlay than the living room. I think I rather overdid it but what the hell. When you spend as many hours in it as I do, you need a bit of comfort.
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