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Those were the comforting words said to me by the nurse this morning. Never mind that the dye makes you hot and tingly in a way that isn't as pleasant as you'd hope, you get to look forward to feeling like you've wet yourself without actually doing so. And they say cancer isn't glamorous.
I got the first appointment so I was in and out very quickly once I'd stopped feeling like my face might fall off. The scan itself was fine. If anything that early in the morning I had half hoped...
I've come a little later to this blogging lark than I'd like and I feel if it's to be cathartic I need to get some of the finer and frankly less hilarious thoughts out of my head and into the world wide web. I apologise in advance.
I'm naturally one of life's worriers. I grew up quickly because of our family situation and it's left me overly cautious. I think part of the problem getting my head around this stuff is that cancer wasn't what I signed up for! Don't get me wrong, I am aware...
Another poem. I promise I'm not resorting entirely to verse. It's just that this poem came instantly. I saw the dead greenfinch, disposed of it, then came upstairs and wrote the poem right away. So it's more free-form than the last one, and more real, perhaps.
Death of a Greenfinch
A greenfinch lay on the patio,
dead.
An inch from his beak was a fig
fallen from the fig tree.
What happened? What caused this tiny death?
Did the finch reach for the fig and fail?
He lay on his s...
After I was diagnosed with cancer I suddenly found it everywhere. Prostate cancer postmarks on the letters coming through the door; big banners for the Race for Life at the local supermarket; on the news; neighbours coming out of the woodwork to say that they had been through cancer ten, 20, five years ago. Here are two of my favourites….
Sitting in the hospital the day after a total hysterectomy I was invited by a number of friends to submit my no make up selfie…It didn't seem quite the...
I like to look for the humour in the worst of situations and bizarrely there is quite a lot to laugh about, if nothing else because of the random responses that come out of the people who care about you. Here are some of my most inappropriate reactions so far:
1) My line manager who likened having cancer to an episode of Men Behaving Badly when Tony got athlete's foot and was thrilled that little fungus had chosen to grow on him. He was genuinely trying to make me feel better.
2) My mother...
It was only ever a rainbow. It wasn’t even a particularly beautiful rainbow and certainly not a lovely setting to see it in. On the way to a hospital appointment driving down the A21 towards Bromley in late winter, with suburbia spread out below a grey sky and just the promise of blossom on the roadside trees. But we still looked at it, me and my friend Louise, and said it was a good sign.
It put me in mind of other rainbows. Of the ones on Dartmoor the day we went to scatter my mother’s ashes...
My name is Lottie. I am a 26 year old sarcasm factory of joy and in April I was diagnosed (eventually) with lymphoma.
I had grudgingly accepted the ugly cyst I'd been growing on my arm for nearly 18 months was clearly not going anywhere and asked my GP to 'whop it off' which he duly did but it turned out not to be a cyst. It was actually pretty large and after 3 labs had stared at it for a few weeks my GP called me to suggest I pop in to see him, following this up with 'don't worry it's not cancer...
I have two kids and havent worked since i found out. I have had radio, and 2 lots of zoleronate. I take exemestane which i think is causing my legs to really ache. Dont know if i should work or not. I am a hca in local hosp. But cant work on the ward as its too heavy. They are really supportive and are trying to find me something else. But if i'm honest i'm not sure i can do a job full or part time. I feel quite pulled part of me things work part time for as long as poss and part of me thinks why...
only positive thoughts allowed in,
only positive thoughts in my head please!
gather those dark creeping visulizations
spread them on a blanket
buddle them up tight and tie with string over and over
then with my best rugby kick
boot them skyhigh to oblivion.....
only positive thoughts allowed in!
