• Health,  Month 1,  Week 1

    Week 1- Ground Zero

    Cancer is shit. There are no two ways about it.  Even the word itself Can-cer sounds horrible.  Caaaan- ceeeer; nothing nice about it whatsoever.  Imagine it had been called Candyfloss.  ‘I have just been diagnosed with Candyfloss…’have you heard that Tom/Ailsa/Josh/Jayne has got Candyfloss?’  It just sounds so much nicer and far less like a multi-toothed creature that is going to jump out of the sea and consume you and your boat all in one go. Anyway, name aside, I, like a million plus other people, have just been diagnosed with Cancer.  Breast Cancer to be exact.  Which is good, because we all know that everyone survives breast Cancer, at…

  • Health,  Month 1,  Week 2

    Week 2-Biopsy Wednesday

    The breast cancer biopsy was scheduled for a week later, the following Wednesday.  The receptionist was very apologetic that it was going to have to take so long.  Those of you who have been down this route will understand what that week was like.  For those of you that haven’t, think of it as a black hole.  Your life has been changed irrevocably.  The doctor who deals with these things day in and day out is clear that you have cancer, but that is all you know.  You have no idea of the size of the lumps, how quickly they are growing, how many there are, and as the week…

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    Week 3- No chance at Resuscitation

    I have no idea why, but week 3, despite knowing that now I certainly had cancer, turned out to be easier than Week 2.  My appointment with the Consultant to get an update on my cancer diagnosis threw some of that relief out of the window .  It seemed to be an eternally long wait in the appointment to actually get to the ‘’what, why’s where’s and when’s”. I found myself having a completely uncontrollable fit of the giggles when being weighed, I discovered I weighed the same as last year (when I had a serious car accident and discovered I weighed a good bit more than I thought, but…

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    Week 4- 55378008

    Knowing that major surgery would now be imminent, followed by what would inevitably become a long and slow recovery/further treatment plan, the decision would have to be made as to how to explain this to my son. I had made my mind up that if it was just a lumpectomy, then he would just have to know that mummy was having a little operation and that would be it. The plan was already formed to take him to England to stay with his grandparents whilst I had the surgery and recovered, so in theory, he might have been none the wiser.  However, now, this was different.  There was no getting…

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    Week 5- a Dripfeed of Shit

    I was having to return to the doctor the following Thursday for a final ‘catch-up/prognosis’ before leaving for the UK the next day. That Thursday was sobering. I had an appointment with the Consultant in the morning, followed by an appointment with the anaesthetist at lunchtime, followed by an appointment with my GP in the afternoon.  A day of doctors, preparing me for the endless appointments to come. My good friend who had already been through all of this had previously explained how what you get once you have had a cancer diagnosis is a basic ‘dripfeed of shit’ at every appointment, and this visit was no different. Drip, drip,…

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    Week 7- The Chop.

    It was always there, looming in the distance, that day, when surgery was going to happen. In my case, I flew back from the UK, arriving home at 2am on a Monday morning, before going into hospital on the Tuesday morning. Ducks in a row… That Monday was a bit of a bonkers day.  I slightly lost the plot, I must admit, and suddenly, it was overwhelmingly imperative to get my affairs in order.  This involved transferring my little savings to a good friend in the UK, thinking that if I wasn’t going to come out of the other end, then at least it would be easy enough for my…