Waiting Vol. 1
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The bloomin’ Breast Care Centre don’t get in contact, they don’t write, they don’t call, it’s like they don’t, in fact, care….. The bastards (FYI I’ve actually got a huge girl crush on my breast care nurse, I’ve a huge person crush on my whole darn cancer team).   I manage to act cool for […]

A little side note on the NHS….
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I feel like I need to preface this blog with a little flag waving.  I am a strident supporter of the NHS, as a concept and as a practical user. My brain cannot comprehend a definition of ‘civilised society’ where caring for the poor, the sick and the weak isn’t a cornerstone of that society. […]

The Adult Thing To Do
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I’m 34 years old, at this age you would think I could get a lump checked without involving my Dad.    My wonderful father who has already been through so much, my beloved Dad who kept me tethered to the earth when 2013 blew up and threatened to rip me from it. You would think […]