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I have a lot to celebrate and unexpectedly because I was a dyslexic trouble rowser at school (intelligent I like to think besides, but not shiny enough to be bright!). Now I am almost ten years after breast cancer, at an age and a stage when I can do what I want to, and I feel like I may have been right from the start? Follow your dreams; they are probably your destiny! The more I talk about cancer the more people want to, who would have thought it? Let’s make this a special year – I hope that the...
Well it's been about 14 months since this journey began, and 7 months since diagnosis and the big operation, 2014 has been quite a year.
I'm still signed up for monthly check ups with the radio therapy team, although I think they will sign me back over to my consultant after this months visit. I started back with the consultant in November and am on monthly check ups there too .
im seeing a lymphoedema nurse this week for an assessment on the swelling in my face neck area which is much...
On the twelfth day of Christmas
My Onco’ offered me…
Twelve lymph-nodes hosting,
Eleven radio’s toasting,
Ten short hairs boasting,
Nine deep veins hiding,
Eight cells dividing,
Seven nails all cracking,
Six chemo’s smacking…
Five co’old things…
Four sleeping pills,
Three night chills,
Two morphine thrills,
And a sponge where my boob used to be…
It is Christmas and ten years ago I was about to be diagnosed with breast cancer (6th...
Thinking about an interview, a bite sized conversation, I couldn’t resist the thought from stranger to friend, my gynaecologist and me! I thought about the day I went to the GP…
“So what is your worry?” the good doctor asked,
“A lump, well a bump”, my emotion was masked…
“I wished for a cyst that you might seek there,
It’s cancer I know though, please don’t spoil my hair…”
The history, no mystery, my mother’s sarcoma...
When things go wrong I think about those nights after school, when we boarders would beg to be let out and wet to the core whoop around the garden…
Lets pull on our wellies, it’s looking like snow,
We could run about laughing and no one would know,
There’s chill to the veins but the heart is a glow,
A frost in the wind with a wish…
The giggle inside though your pants are all wet,
The ice angels proud knew we’d never regret,
A wiggle, a skip and we didn’t forget...
Asked to tell my ten years ago self the most challenging, the most rewarding and the most fun thing they could look forward to I am reminded that ten years ago I had cleavage (and here we are!) but now I have far more fun!
The challenge, a tumour developing fast,
An acid predicament, surgery blast,
Though they nearly killed me, the panic has passed,
Quite surely a making of me…
The thing that rewards, my family still care,
I drive round the bend but they wait for me there,
Two daughters...
Well, it's Christmas Eve and another Christmas nearly over, thank goodness. At least we've got the 'run-up to Christmas' behind us now. It seems to go on for ever and ever these days - a month or more when we're expected to be excited, jolly, anticipatory, full of fun etc etc. And now we've entered a fortnight of enforced inactivity because the country practically closes down for what is laughingly called the 'festive' period.
So, do I sound like a Scrooge? And if...
So my poor dad died in pain,scared and with the knowledge that my mam had to face cancer without him and that it could have been caught 6 months earlier if not for someones negligence.
Since my dads death I dont feel like I have been able to grieve for him properly as Im trying to be so strong for my mam and as an only one have got alot to do.
I am astounded by people since all of this has happened,seems like many people remember my dads Omega watch and diamond ring -whats all that about ! Do they...
A few months ago, I wrote rather disparagingly about my first visit to the day hospice. I'm now rather ashamed of that blog post, as it wasn't a fair assessment of what is actually a wonderful service to cancer patients in this area. I have since become a big fan of the day hospice, particularly after my visit there this week.
I was a bit confused at first about what the day hospice actually provides, but it has now become clear to me. They host two or three weekly groups who meet there...
