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I Did It My Way

ShareTweet It’s a strange thing this expectation that to be a patient is to be expected to voluntarily hand over control of yourself, your life, to another. An often complete stranger. I loathe the word patient. So disempowering. Because as I see it, we are the most vital piece in the whole equation. Medical staff can […]

From little things big things grow

ShareTweet Stem cells. Little promises of something more. With three potentially life threatening conditions in the family, I’ve always sat on the fence when it comes to stem cell research. But now they are touching my life directly and I’m filled with great excitement. Next week I get on a plane to see the only doctor […]

Jumping at Shadows

ShareTweet I now realise there are times my mind tries to get the better of me. Despite a deeper sense of knowing I am completely healed. And on occasion I can still jump at those shadows. You know, the mysterious aches and pains that before the cancer would have been nothing. But, as they say, once […]

Trompe L’Oeil

ShareTweet Trick of the eye. That’s what it means. A French word for art that fools the eye into thinking something is real. And I’ve suddenly come to realise the very big difference this could make in my life. After the reconstruction I haven’t bothered to get a nipple done. Mainly because there’s more reconstruction […]

Pink Perfection

ShareTweet They arrived like a box of chocolates. Six little pink pieces of perfection. And for the first time in years they gave me the confidence to do something I’ve never done before… flash my husband… by text. Needless to say he was impressed. I’m not sure why I held off getting a nipple prosthetic. […]

The still small voice within

ShareTweet I had one of those decisions to make yesterday. You know the ones, those difficult ones that come with the experience of cancer. And there are many of them, aren’t there. It’s all one big trade off after another. I found myself once again between a rock and a hard place. Because I am […]