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 →

One week on

This time last week I was lying under a heated blanket the day after surgery, barely able to do anything Continue reading →

Onto the next stage

There are four stages to my treatment for breast cancer – chemotherapy, surgery, radiotherapy and hormone therapy. I have done Continue reading →

A time to be and to endure

My 18-week chemo plan is coming to an end, rather appropriately, with a race, although not one that I was Continue reading →

Last lap

Yesterday I ran to my last chemo session before surgery, along the river, in sunshine, with Lucy, Neil, Mandy, Joel Continue reading →

Being bald

Since my diagnosis, I have cried the most tears over losing my hair, and that was before it happened. That Continue reading →

Building a den

It is hard to describe what it’s like as chemo takes effect on your body, and surprisingly hard to remember Continue reading →