Tech issues continued to plague me. My new phone came with a USB-C to USB-C charging cable but no usb-c power socket. I’d been charging it plugged straight into a powerboard I had with a usb-c direct lead out. But at hospital I would need a wall plug. I wracked my brain on the morning…

On the day the world went dark, I was comforted by the fact that I could very vaguely still make out the tattoo on my wrist that matches my parents’. By the Thursday, I no longer could. On the Friday morning, I woke up on ward T13, by the window, squinting out at the skyline…

The next morning I had a call scheduled with my bestie in Sydney. But at 9am, a nurse and a porter turned up to take me off to an MRI immediately. Thank goodness someone had actually ordered me one. So off we went. I managed to get through it fine. Clarence was of course right…

On Wednesday the 8th of November the world went dark. I had been warned that when the cancer progressed again I would either go blind or drop dead. Rosa and I had discussed what would happen if it were the former. I would tell Siri to send her a message saying ‘I can’t see’. On…

Still not having worked out the busses and entrances, I’m once again not as early as I might like for session 3. I go in, and Short and Terse brings me the new mask, saying a few short sentences that zoom past me and don’t make a lot of sense. Eventually she says ‘let me…

I’ve found myself thinking of my friend Sarah a lot lately (to be fair, I often am, it’s not a new thing), and inevitably crying. It’s been getting to me lately – I just want to hear her voice one last time. I still grieve the hours of voicenotes between us, lost from my phone…

At the risk of saying the same thing over and over again (though if you’re anything like me, repetition of a useful idea never goes astray), I wanted to tell you about a conversation I had yesterday at my local organic shop. That’s a bougie sentence isn’t it… I’m sure I’ll discuss organic food at…

When you sit across from that doctor who, with a pained look on his face, and 10 minutes of allotted time, tells you it’s bad, really bad, the worst type of bad… a few things happen. At least, in my experience, it goes something like this. Number 1 (oh here we go again, I’ve seen…

I don’t know if you remember, but last year I went through a whole process of wondering whether I should purchase a ‘one-line-a-day’ diary. They were all for 5 years. FIVE YEARS. At the time I got it, when I was finishing chemo, five years felt like a lifetime away and I wasn’t sure if…

I lost quite a few followers on my last post. Well, Instagram followers. I don’t usually take note of that sort of thing, I just happened to refresh my Instagram and I noticed that the numbers made a fairly significant drop. So I kept an eye on it for interest. I did wonder how that…