Monthly Archives: March 2017

They left me alone again, and I tried to read a book, but I kept being distracted by thoughts about anaesthetic. When I’d told a few people about my fears (i.e. EVERYONE who had ears), they’d all mentioned this pre-op...
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We duly turned up to see Mr S at 6 pm the following day, all the while trying to stifle our black humour giggles about him wishing us a pleasant evening the day before. Honestly, that really should be the...
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New York was one of the best and most fun holidays EVER. We still talk and laugh about it and I genuinely forgot all about the shitty results until I was on the way home. I had a bit of...
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The next step for me was to get a date as quickly as possible for the Core Biopsy as I, quite naturally, wanted to understand what I was dealing with sooner rather than later. When I say, “I wanted to...
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How did I discover that I had cancer at all? I can tell you that I was the queen of NEVER checking my breasts like we’re all advised to and shown in solemn fashion. In fact, I can’t recall EVER...
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When this series of posts was a book (yes, there’ll be more), this was a seriously ‘cold’ intro as if you didn’t know me so I don’t need to do the whole ‘my name is…’ bit. Those of you who...
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