Friday surgery retraction statement

You know… I probably jinxed it by telling you all it was happening… But I got a call earlier in the week saying they ‘couldn’t find a consultant’ for Friday. I don’t really understand what that means, I thought it was meant to be my surgeon, Mr K who did it. But I guess maybe…

The joy of ongoing appointments

I was talking to someone the other day who was saying that going back to the Macmillan Cancer Centre for appointments is something she fears and finds upsetting. And I get it, there can be a certain sense of PTSD with these things, and constant reminders of the trauma isn’t necessarily what you want. But…

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…

The kindness of strangers

I want to take you back to the Friday before I went in to surgery. I had been at work that day and as the day was drawing to a close, my friend said ‘so… Pub…?’. It was just us three close friends left in the office and it turned out we all had a…

Little adventures

On day 13 of my hospital stay, Kat the Physio said I was allowed to go for a little adventure, so I actually got to leave the ward and we went up to Level 16 and looked out at the view. UCLH has a tall tower, and is situated pretty in the middle of London,…

Woah hey look, she lives!

I can only apologise for my radio silence. I know none of you would blame me for a moment, but I’m sure you have all been concerned, intrigued, interested… Some combination of all of the above, maybe some other things too. I have not been up to writing at all, and I’m still not. But…

Unfortunately… No going home today.

Most importantly, I can’t thank you all enough for your finger crossing, crossing of various limbs, thoughts, hopes, well wishes. Unfortunately cancer/chemo wins this round and I can’t get home for our planned Christmas lunch /day of cheer tomorrow. I was feeling a bit down about it. But we’ll go to the pub for lunch…

A post of gratitude.

You know what has been amazing? My friends and family, and really anyone who I have come in contact with. The support I have received through this all is overwhelming. I find it difficult to have things done for me, to accept help. I’ve always been staunchly independent. But the offers to help from all…