Bodily knowledge

I had a hospital appointment this week for something completely unrelated to cancer – or that’s what I thought. For Continue reading →

Running in silence

At Groveland cross-country race yesterday morning, we started with a minute’s silence because it was Remembrance Sunday. There are always Continue reading →

Swimming

I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with swimming. I learned to swim at my primary school in Redbourn Continue reading →

Getting myself back

Joni Mitchell sang ‘don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone?’ I’ve Continue reading →

Weary but done

I haven’t really known what to make of radiotherapy. It has none of the drama of chemotherapy and is a Continue reading →

Practicing

This road to recovery is certainly an undulating one. A couple of weeks ago I went to a Breast Cancer Continue reading →

Time on my hands

When I was a student, someone said to me that I would never again have as much free time in Continue reading →

The incredible ability to heal

I listened to Lemn Sissay on Desert Island Discs the other day. A poet, writer and playwright who has recently Continue reading →