Gratitudes, platitudes and the lack there of.
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I’m writing this on the evening of Chemo 5, the new treatment option has a perk – vegetable brain kicks in a little slower. I thought I’d take advantage and write while the goings good. The only other perk I’ve noticed with chemo and I have been desperately trying to find one – no more […]

Just Can’t Get it Out of My Head
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I can’t decide if I want to be cremated or buried. Hmmmm I have a feeling I need to walk this one back a bit. If you can believe it, this all started in a totally un-cancer related way. It did start in a waiting room however. I have a dodgy ear, had it for […]

Riding In A Car With A Boy
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It’s been all quiet on little blog, I have many drafts, of many different types of posts but I’m finding it hard to find the words these days or the concentration span. So in my come back post (as I am melodramatically thinking of it) I am choosing to write on a subject that I […]

The Brain Vanishes aka Chemo Brain
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I pretty sure I wasn’t told about Chemo Brain prior to starting Chemo. I forget. With that one sentence, I’ve probably covered all you really need to know about the topic of Chemo Brain. It’s an actual thing. It’s recognised. There’s a knowing nod you get from fellow Chemo people and medical professionals when you’re […]

This post isn’t funny, interesting or informative
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I feel like I’m trying to cello-tape my thought processes back together; in a rainstorm, using cheap, non-branded tape. I have three draft posts, Three. None of which are post-able because if viewed by another human they would read as one long deep, anguished howl of frustration, terror and pain. Aimed at, (in no particular […]

Baldness 101
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aka A Practical Guide to Baldness So I’m Bald now and it’s too hot to hide my head under a bushel (or a hat, scarf or wig). Here we have baldness 101, based on my whole two days worth of experience. I have been trailing baldness is London and Bristol, this is what I’ve observed […]

Tales from the Sauna…
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A has demanded a ‘funnier’ post, after my triple whammy on Grief. As A demands very little of me at the moment, I feel I must oblige. Although, saying that, he did demand I stop eating at the weekend – this was while wrestling his portion of lunch out of my vice-like grip. To explain, […]

Good Grief 3/3
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I’m sorry, I don’t have a solution. I’m not really sure I have any good advice either. Fat lot of good I am. I hope by sharing how hard I found it, how badly I did at it and how long it took – someone else might not feel so alone. Might recognise sooner that […]

Good Grief 2/3
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I’m not Happy. That phrase. I’m not Happy. That’s what changed my life. Only sadly it wasn’t me saying it. It was A. My world bottomed out then. I went into free fall. Our beak-up was horrendous and protracted. It broke me up, for lots of reasons, obviously, the main one being; for me to […]

Good Grief 1/3
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I woke up this morning and had the urge to write about grief. It’s a grizzly, grey day in JULY, my own hair is covering my keyboard; so I figured what the heck? I think about my Ma a lot these days. I’ve thought about her everyday since she died. Sometimes it’s fleeting, sometimes not […]