I still seem to be battling on all fronts as well as swinging between intensely vulnerable to…actually, I’m not sure to what. I have bursts of energy, gratitude, happiness, freedom and excitement (not all simultaneously – that would make me Miss World on acid) which break through regular the current norm for me at present….

I am thrilled I don’t have cancer anymore. Just to get that out there, for me. I will be even more thrilled when I don’t have cancer treatments anymore and when I have finally managed to pick up all the pieces of my shattered life. I use the word shattered literally as opposed to any…

Is the current theme. Along with slow the fuck down.  There has been an incredible synchronicity since my diagnosis and treatment. Without wishing to sound like some fake spiritual guru, there really have been so many times where things have just slotted into place exactly as they should.  Cancer ‘made’ me surrender – well, cancer…

Feeling SO much better!! Even managed to cycle the kids into school this morning – on my new, fixed bike. And I felt great. As opposed to last I tried and it nearly killed me – I was terrified that I had got so completely unfit as its not a long cycle…then when I got…

I am now at home, finally, after a hellish afternoon at the Marsden. As per my post of the other day, I had managed to keep a sense of humour at all the fuck ups by the nurses and team from when I was admitted, but it wore thin today. The ‘normal’ fuck ups continued…

With an infection of the seroma – which I learnt today is the fluid the body produces post trauma (in this case, surgery) to help the healing process. Or not it appears in my case. So, hospital humour/fuck ups so far: Since being admitted to the Marsden yesterday around 5pm, I have had 4 nurses…

Was out on Saturday night to celebrate The Man’s birthday and my left boob started hurting a lot. Obviously didn’t get into it at the time…then through the night it was getting worse – seriously swollen, red, hot (boob, not me, sadly) and bloody painful. Called the Marsden Sunday lunchtime as it was getting worse,…