So – 6 months of chemo, just a little under, surgery after, radiation after that. Apparently a year…or maybe a bit less… Waiting to get tagged/micro chipped/punctured…. Also waiting to hear if I will have private cover for at least the 6 months of chemo. I hope so because I met the doc who I…

Waiting to see the oncologist, with The Man. I am with The Man, not the oncologist because that would be kind of weird. Not of course that this journey has suffered from lack of weird already. On that note, I bet that this oncologist won’t be as wonderful as Dr ISIS…nor as entertaining…. A buxom,…

A quick thing while I think of it. Some people, and some of you, refer to battling/fighting/overcoming cancer. I completely and utterly get where you are coming from, and not least with me since as we all know, I do battle pretty well 🙂 On this journey though, and for reasons I cannot fully explain…

And the flight is not delayed, so far at least! Last time I was notified, and I have been obsessively checking all the airport sites which show it leaving on time – yippppeeee!! Is is appropriate to run out of the arrivals gate and throw myself at The Man at high speed, flinging my case…

In tears, feeling exhausted. The mood swings are intense and while I am doing my best to roll with them, it can be, as we say in my line of work, a challenge. What we mean, and what I mean now, is that they can be an absolute fucking nightmare –  saying challenge is putting…

We used to have a quote’s board in the Somalia programme when I worked there – full of funny and inappropriate quotes – I loved that board, made me smile every time. I think I may start one for my cancer. So, as I told you, I wrote to some of the parents in Yani…

I said to Hayley. Her response – ‘oh fuck, now I’m really concerned’. Me, ‘umm, not so concerned about me having cancer, really concerned about Amman growing on me???’ Amman is dull. Looks the same, literally – majority of buildings are the same colour, sleepy, repressed to a degree, not a huge amount happening, safe…

And I am feeling weirdly content with bursts of happiness. Go figure. However, I will take it anytime it comes :-). I think sleeping 10 hours last night could be part of the reason – literally can’t remember the last time I did that. Its the weekend here so I have lazed about all morning,…

Again. Sitting on the plane, which was due to take off 20 mins ago, and it’s been hilarious. Mass seat confusion, an old, conservative lady   having been moved 4 times where I am personally not convinced she is actually on the right flight at all….A woman with a baby trying to get out of…

Its been 20 days since it was confirmed that I have breast cancer, 28 days since I first knew on a gut level, looking at the radiologists face during the biopsy. What I’ve learned so far: Always trust doctors who look like ISIS leaders. Clearly, not how to stop the double line spacing in this text…

At stupid o’clock…. Let the next phase begin. I am not sure how much I am ready to actually hear, which has been a weird new part of me on this journey. The desire to hide, fear of finding out facts, hoping it will all go away…I would have considered myself the complete opposite type…

All the tears and frustration were worth it – seeing the surgeon on Monday at 9am at the Royal Marsden. And she is the perfect one to see – Miss Fiona McNeil – I am happy to see her and it feels right.