As we sat down to eat our breakfast this morning, it occurred to Naomi and I that yesterday’s post potentially left some people thinking that, by me stopping chemo, death was imminent! Continue reading “I’m not going anywhere yet!!”
It’s my body and I’ll do what I want to.
Sometimes, I really am really, really tempted to record a cancer/illness version of the 1963 hit It’s My Party. Continue reading “It’s my body and I’ll do what I want to.”
Last night I was watching Quantum of Solace, a movie I have watched at least five or six times, and there were parts of the movie I have absolutely no recollection of. I am usually able to recall movies so easily. For god’s sake, I’ve managed to memorise most of the Hamilton soundtrack in less than two weeks. But thanks to last year’s chemo, some stuff seems to have disappeared if not for good, at least for now. Continue reading “Apologies in advance.”
Fucking Chemo
Generally, I try not to swear when I write. I swear enough when I talk. But I really fucking hate chemo. It’s obvious, I know. No one likes chemo. Well I hope no one likes chemo. I have spent the two and a half months since coming home bouncing between ‘chemo is a necessary evil’ and ‘nope, I don’t wanna’. I’m lucky that I have a family who are willing to support me regardless of which option I take, now and in the future. Continue reading “Fucking Chemo”
Surgery done and dusted!
It’s done! My mother of all surgeries (MOAS) was done on November 3. After four weeks in hospital I have been home a week and a half and couldn’t be happier. Not just about being home but with how well my recovery is going. Continue reading “Surgery done and dusted!”
Telling your kids you have cancer.
This week in my New Idea column, I wrote about telling your kids you have cancer. Talking to our little man about my diagnosis has been one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. When he looks at me with his gorgeous little face, pleading for me to play with him it’s hard to say no. Continue reading “Telling your kids you have cancer.”
Cancer: the thief
Some days I look in the mirror and I don’t recognise the person looking back. To the outside world I look fine – like an almost healthier version of me. But cancer and chemo have stripped me bare and some days I am barely a shadow of who I used to be. Continue reading “Cancer: the thief”
So, I have appendix cancer…
I have cancer. Even writing it or saying it out loud seems so unlikely. Part of me naively thought that my family had had it’s fair share of cancer but of course, when it comes to cancer there is no fair. Continue reading “So, I have appendix cancer…”
