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I finally made it to see my friend yesterday (having entirely forgotten to turn up on Tuesday). I had a brilliant time but was correct in my prediction regarding the diagnosis. She turned up at the wrong house to meet me (I rescued her from jarma lady, named for her inability to wear outdoor clothes or any kind of bosom support) on her way home and off we went to her house. Lots of smiles and normal chatter about elbows, stockings and the such. Half way there she turns to me and says 'so shall we...
Today, just now in fact, I had my first head on taste of having someone know I had cancer when I had no intention of it ever being any of their business. I've had various brushes with the subject what with my mother just stopping short of renting a billboard in every town in the country I have relatives in, but so far the result of this has mainly been second hand information that whoever it is, is thinking about me because of, you know, that thing you've got... I'm tempted to start saying "ah you...
Today was a really good day. I got to hang out with someone I love to pieces and just sit, laugh and drink copious amounts of tea without the uncomfortable looks I'm starting to see more and more. I hadn't seen him in moons and I feel a little awful that if I hadn't gotten cancer I might not have seen him now either. He's a little love with the best sense of humour going and when I told him, entirely out of the blue one day that I had cancer and I was completely nuts about it I guess he could have...
LOST, LONLEY AND CONFUSED AND SO ANGRY mum was diagnosed with grade 4 terminal brain cancer in January of this year, we went to Christies two weeks ago both my dad and me, didn't take mum as its now to much for her, she just gets so tired and aggressive, and confused that we decided not to take her. We saw mums consultant and she said that there is nothing else can be done. She asked us if we wanted to see the latest MRI scan, but she said it was quite horrific as its the most aggressive cancer she...
Dear friends
I am sitting on the terrace of a gorgeous villa in Speloncato, a hilltop village poised between the mountains and the coastal plain in the Balagne, northern Corsica. In front of me the hill falls away to an area dotted with olive trees surrounding a huge lake. Beyond that is a range of small pointy hills topped with dramatic fortified villages, and beyond them lies the blue Mediterranean. Above my head is a rather rickety wrought iron framework that must have once supported a canvas...
