This is the moment we always dreaded and prayed would never come. The time when we have to say that sadly, despite her strength, positivity, determination and resilience, this wretched disease got the better of our dear, sweet, beautiful… Continue reading
Today I Googled how many days the average British woman lives for. Morbid, I know, but bear with me on this. She lives for 82.7 years. That’s 301,185.5 days. It sounds like a lot, and it is, if you try… Continue reading
One of my closest friends, Nancy, who I lived with for my final year of university, has a certain saying. She is far from a philosophical girl, but when something didn’t go according to plan, she’d just shrug and say… Continue reading
When I was six, my grandpa died of cancer. I remember going to see him in the hospital. We had gone to say goodbye, but I was too young to know that. All I saw was a man in a… Continue reading
This week, my mum celebrated her birthday. So did one of my former uni housemates. My sister won ‘Musician of the Year’ at her school concert. Another housemate went to a funeral. All a mixed bag of occurrences that make… Continue reading
I wanted to start this post by disregarding anything I’ve said about Chemo Round 1. I was incredibly lucky, and this time round, I’ve had what’s perhaps a more typical experience. It was, for want of a better, shorter, sharper… Continue reading
It seems that every time that I’m on the brink of prepping an intensely dull blog post full of nothing-news, something actually happens that gives me cause to write. I don’t want to feel as if I’m writing out of… Continue reading
I use this title ironically, due to a hashtag I’ve seen floating around when scrolling aimlessly through Twitter this morning, and finding none of the quotes or photos attached to it particularly motivational. As you can imagine, I’ve found my… Continue reading
I write this latest update, surprisingly, whilst wearing clothes. Real clothes that are not pyjamas, or even trackies, but my standard ‘slob of a uni student’ gear of leggings and a massive jumper. This is unusual, as the laziest people,… Continue reading
I heard it from my auntie, whose text to my mum I read as we pulled into the Churchill Hospital car park on Thursday afternoon. My uncle, who spoke to me on the phone on Friday night. My best friend,… Continue reading