Tag Archives: breast cancer

Docetaxel

So, here we are at the start of Week 3 of my 3 week cycle. Side effects? Yes: Look at the picture. Can you see when the fatigue started to lift? Oh, the fatigue. Leg pain. Like my bones were … Continue reading

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Choosing Doxetaxel

I had my review with my oncologist this week. Nobody seemed massively enthusiastic about me re-starting capecitabine, after my near death experience with it. We’ve put it on hold for the moment, in the knowledge that it worked on the … Continue reading

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Palliative chemotherapy. Ugh.

Yes. Next week. Meeting on Friday. Had my bloods done on Tuesday, ECG just before I pick up my first course of capecitabine. I got my information leaflets through yesterday. I’m not wildly enthusiastic about this turn of events. We … Continue reading

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Ooh look, World Cancer Day just happened

It kind of passed me by. I’m never entirely sure what it’s for, anyway. My twitter feed had a few people saying “Yay! I’m cancer free now”, but other than that it didn’t have much impact. However, a couple of … Continue reading

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Cancer: it’s really not a battle

I’ve been on Twitter again, so it’s my own fault, I guess. They are still out there – the cheerleaders shouting on the battlers. The strong, brave battlers, who they know will win this battle because they are strong and … Continue reading

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Cancer toolbox – 1. YOU app

This is the first of an occasional series, in which I share some of the things that have helped me remain active, sane, positive and cheerful over the last few years. I mean, it’s pretty crap having metastatic cancer – … Continue reading

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Beauty in ugliness – a poem

I am an expert in not seeing – my eyes can slide from face to belly without registering what’s between – smooth as the cool glass in the mirror – they don’t stop I am skilled in the fine art … Continue reading

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What am I?

There’s no word for what I am. There are two main cancer narratives. The first is that you are diagnosed, you battle bravely, you defeat cancer, you are a survivor. The second is that you are diagnosed, you battle bravely, … Continue reading

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Bad. Just bad.

It’s bad. I’m in a funny kind of limbo waiting to hear exactly how bad, but it’s bad. The disease has progressed in my lungs, and there’s some evidence of bony changes. What I don’t know is whether there’s anything … Continue reading

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Looking for the self help book

The other day my breast cancer buddy said to me “It’s really shit having cancer”. It is really shit having cancer. It is really shit being told you ┬áhave cancer. It is even more shit having to tell people you … Continue reading

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