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My cancer journey
The Rock and I have very different study vibes. Mine is sleek, minimal, and 100% paperless. Apple Store chic. His, on the other hand, is a hoarder’s paradise;…
You get weighed every day in hospital. Temperature every four hours. Morphine on tap like some sort of dystopian cocktail bar. “You’re losing a lot of weight very…
The next few weeks were, shockingly pretty uneventful. My days became a predictable little routine: wake up, take meds, lounge about like a Victorian lady with “nerves,” feel…
Mama Bear is a genius. Truly. She had warned me I’d feel rough at the weekend and wow, she was not wrong. By Saturday morning I felt TERRIBLE….
And so it begins… Surprisingly, I didn’t sleep. At all. Today was Day One of Treatment, and apparently my brain decided the best way to prepare was to…
So, I wrapped up work. I told the people who genuinely needed to know, set my out-of-office to something dramatic like “I may be some time”. Very Lawrence Oates,…
The Rock came with me for the practice run, which meant he finally got to witness the whole “head clamped to the table” situation in all its glamorous…
Going back to Diagnosis Day (aka The Day of the Apocalypse); this was the day The Rock met The Oracle, that Macmillan nurse who somehow knows everything about…
Once you’re officially “in the system,” things move very fast, kinda like Amazon Prime but for medical terror. This was my first trip to the Beatson Cancer Centre…
This time, I was smart. I brought The Worrier with me for the results appointment. And look, I’m not being a Drama Queen here, but if you Google…