Category Archives: Living with dying
Lady Luck and the cancer demon
Somebody posted this on Twitter (X, yes I know, but…) yesterday, and I responded to it, saying it felt like victim blaming to me. They got a bit narky about it, and said it was really important to them, so … Continue reading →
Excuses, excuses.
I haven’t been here for ages. I had intended to write regular updates, but things got in the way. I have excuses. Firstly, fatigue. Oh, fatigue. The kids were home over the summer and all my energy went into spending … Continue reading →
Posted in breast cancer, Chemo, chemotherapy, Living with dying
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Tagged chronic illness., fatigue
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Week 3. The break.
Oh, and I needed it. Last weekend was the Bad Weekend. Fatigue. I can’t desribe chemo fatigue. Fatigue to the point where having to make any kind of choice is overwhelming. I mean, any choice. Do you want pasta or … Continue reading →
Week 2. The rollercoaster.
Well, what a week it’s been. Some nice stuff. Some shitty stuff. Where to start? Let’s do the classic feedback thing, and start with nice. OK, so the capecitabine isn’t too bad so far. I’m aware that could change. Last … Continue reading →
Posted in breast cancer, chemotherapy, Living with dying
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Tagged capecitabine, cranial radiotherapy
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Week 1
So, how has your week been? Mine has been…intruded upon? Something like that. I picked up the medication on Monday. I’ve been transferred to our local chemo unit, which is pretty new – maybe five years old? – and really … Continue reading →
Posted in breast cancer, Living with dying
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Tagged cancer treatment, Capecitapine, chemotherapy
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The kindness of strangers.
I kind of feel bad writing this post – and maybe I’m writing it to work out why I feel so bad? Maybe that will become clear as we go on? Let’s see, shall we? OK. I went for my … Continue reading →
The carnival is over.
Well, it’s been a good few months, and I’ve really, really, really enjoyed the treatment break, despite the fact that sometimes it’s felt like I’m in some kind of psychological warzone. I feel like I’ve been truly alive again for … Continue reading →
I have a book! The Crow Gods.
Isn’t it gorgeous? My first chapbook of poetry is going to be published by Sidhe Press over the next couple of weeks. I am excited, nervous, honoured. So many feelings. Do you like the cover? I love that crow. I … Continue reading →
Funerals and stuff.
I’ve been AFK, as my son would say. I’ve been away for good reasons – I was offered a treatment break back in September. It was a bit of a shock. I got a call saying that my consultant would … Continue reading →
Things I love 27: cherry blossom
The first house I remember living in had an ornamental cherry tree in the back garden. It was a prolific blossomer: brash and unashamedly pink. And it came out for my birthday! It was my tree. I mourned it when … Continue reading →
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