Yes it’s back to work I go. My one year anniversary of finding a lump, going to the breast clinic, waiting a week before getting diagnosed – done and dusted. That was one long week. This week went much quicker. It would be fair to say this Christmas and new year were much better than…… Continue reading Hi ho! (What a difference a year makes)
What do you do after a cancer diagnosis and treatment? There are A LOT of courses, advice and literature out there, mostly involving phrases like ‘hope for the future’ and ‘moving forward’ so here’s my (bucket?) list so far: Start to live again as much as you can but also chill out and take it…… Continue reading Moving on up
I am proudly Scottish (unlike my children who are proudly English,” but we were born here mummy” they say, fair point I guess); despairing of Brexit and most current affairs right now. This could be that I’m now a few months into my forties, and potentially menopausal from chemotherapy. But I’m not sure I’m alone…… Continue reading About me – now*
Just in case anyone had forgotten or was becoming complacent (I had and I can no longer rely on regular hard drugs, mammograms, ultrasounds, surgeons and radiotherapy), CHECK YOURSELF! It’s really worth it, I promise. It might just save your life. DO IT. Also any scans, smears, examinations requiring awkward poking and prodding (boys 😳),…… Continue reading Timely reminder no. 4…
The last mile was not as bumpy as the previous few. After seven months of treatment the finish was quite smooth, but not much of a celebration, more of a relief and a liberation. There was no cheering, clapping or bell ringing after the last dose of radiotherapy. Just some gentle meditation in the taxi…… Continue reading Rollercoaster 🎢
It’s back to song titles so here’s one for any die hard Gloria Estafen fans out there 🎶 and it does cover the last few weeks quite well, let me fill you in… As it turns out my last post with the particularly fetching photo was also my last chemotherapy session (unbeknownst to me at…… Continue reading Cuts both ways.
So I was saying how I hadn’t had any really bad side effects from chemotherapy yet. Oh hello fate, can I tempt you at all? Twist your arm perhaps? CIPN or chemotherapy inducing peripheral neuropathy would probably count as a ‘really bad side effect’. It started as a numbness in my finger and toe nails…… Continue reading CIPN and other ‘really bad side effects’. DNF.