Salt

Before I get onto talking about the promised topic of salt (it will all become apparent soon), I wanted to say just how much each and every comment on my previous post meant to me. I’ve read them all and smiled a lot. I generally try to get through and reply to them but I…

There’s good news and bad news…

Of course there is. Well, at least it’s not all bad I guess… that makes for a change… Ok, give it to me, Mr Radiotherapy Oncologist. Actually, sitting in his office back on the 9th of December, only 4 days after my MRI and 7 days after the PET Scan, I wasn’t expecting he’d have…

Tattoos!

You’re either with em or against em. You’ve either mused with the idea of getting one, or you’ve already given into it, or you refuse to ever be ‘that person’. I think how we grow up can have an impact on our views towards tattoos too, right? My dad, for instance, was always against them,…

They say it’s your birthday…

I turned 35 on Sunday. 35! What a glorious thing! It wasn’t long ago, before I started radiotherapy, when the Oncologist and everyone associated with my care was obsessed with telling me they thought I would die any day, that it felt like turning 35 wouldn’t be available to me. That I wouldn’t see another…

If you’ve been wondering why I haven’t posted for a bit…

Well… I guess I’ll jump straight into telling you. It’s because I’ve been launching an album. Would you like to listen to it? Because you can, here: Thank you for listening! Honestly, I can’t tell you how much it means, how much I appreciate every listen. To think my music is making its way around…

Cancer Camaraderie

I’ve seen the movies, I’ve read the books. The ones where people get cancer and along with it, get a video montage of treatment, complete with vomiting into buckets, along with a cool club of people who all hang out together getting pumped full of chemicals. They may shave each other’s heads, they may choreograph…

28 down, 2 to go…

I’ve had the trifecta now, haven’t I – chemo, radiotherapy and surgery. Though of course, now we know the nuances of cancer treatment, we’ve learned that there are loads of other weird and wonderful things like immunotherapy and TKIs and probably lots of other stuff. Some of which I’ll hopefully find out about. Options, options….

Owning narratives, dodging questions…

I had a strange conversation with one of the people on the mask and sanitise station at the door of the hospital today. It went like this.Me: Hi, how are you.Him: Eye.Me: Sorry?Him: Eyes. (He then takes this moment to point at my face)Me: Um… Eyes?Him: What happened to yours? Why do you wear this?…

Hugs and panics and music and visits and everything in between

If you’ll cast your mind back for a moment with me, let’s take a momentary hop, skip and a jump back a couple of months to my adventures in Edinburgh. I had such a fantastic time, but as you’ll remember, it was a lot and there were some quite difficult moments, for a multitude of…

Taking back control…

Well… following on from yesterday’s post and all the strange official things that are apparently up to me to make decisions for – whether I get access to a certain type of treatment I’m hopefully eligible for and am desperate to have at some point, and then also when I have it; during radio, after…