Cancerversaries

Anniversaries. I’ve never been very good at them. Birthdays, yes. I love birthdays. But anniversaries of things, less-so (I don’t make a very good partner, for example). I just live too much in the now and don’t spend time dwelling on the past. Though I must say that every year I smile to myself when…

The Lucy Effect

Through the whole cancer thing, we cling to the idea of options. As long as there are options, it’ll be fine. Things don’t necessarily go according to plan, which is something that is terrifying at the time because no one explains to you at the beginning that it’s common, and usually that’s fine, there are…

Happy 70th birthday NHS

It is the 70th birthday of the NHS. Where to start? I suppose with something that’s obviously close to me. Looking at cancer alone – 50% of people get cancer. That means you, and your mum. Or your partner and your dad. Or your sister and your best friend. I know of people in the…

Friday thoughts…

‘Imagining what might happen if one’s circumstances were different was the only sure route to madness’ – Amor Towles, A Gentleman in Moscow I read this today and it really put into words something that I had been thinking about for some time. Where do we get thinking ‘what if this never happened’? I know…

A note to you all

To all my sarcoma friends who have found their way here, it seriously means so much that you’re reading. You’re all fantastic and inspiring and even if the most we’ve done is smiled and said hi as we’ve passed in the corridor, you’re my family and we’re in this together! I think the world of…

Another of those reflective moments

It is always useful to remember in life that there is always someone worse off than you. Always someone who has it worse. Not in an ‘I’m glad there’s someone suffering worse than me’ kind of way. I mean I don’t want anyone to suffer. Especially not from anything really bad. It’s hard to hear…

Thoughts.

I’ve been feeling a little bit sorry for myself this week. I accidentally came across some statistics about 5-year survival rates for people diagnosed with sarcoma (I had avoided these sorts of stats), and they’re not exactly inspiring. But I know these sorts of stats are not useful. They’re not specific to me, they don’t…

Monday thoughts and childhood memories

I grew up playing music, singing, performing. Weekends were often spent driving to various performances or competitions around Sydney. Eisteddfod weekend was always hectic, sometimes you’d be lucky and at least have the singing and piano ones on different weekends but sometimes they overlapped. But even without the overlap it was still pretty hectic. In…