A pictorial update as promised; The Evolution of Hair, updated edition. My hairdresser Brianna Lace has been with me since the beginning. She was the one who shaved all my hair off, and she has had such empathy and kindness for me ever since. I tell everyone they should go see her. She is worth every penny for the care and attention to detail she puts into each and every hair cut. I love her so much I have her…
I need to stop doing some of the Harry Potter titles, my brain just can’t handle it at the moment, mostly because of fatigue. I swore after the writing workshop that I would write something at least once a month. Just because that was back in March and I’ve done maybe three updates since then… I don’t want to actually go back and look at it. It’s scary to think how quickly this year is passing. Another blink and it’ll…
(Original title: At Flourish and Blotts) I forget how I actually stumbled across the original of this, but I saw it and thought I would list a glossary of cancer terms related to mutant mammaries for everyone to gain a better understanding of medical terminology that I might occasionally use. Acute – rapidly developing, generally short lasting. Not to be confused with “oh, that’s a cute haircut!” Alternative Therapy – all of that dumb shit that people reckon “cures…
(Original title – The Worst Birthday) The one thing I did when I found out that I would be having session number seven of Chemo was check when session number eight might be, and book flights to Adelaide for the weekend afterwards. Come hell or high water, I was going to get the fuck out of Melbourne for a few days and pretend like I wasn’t sick for a while. I had a pretty stressful pre-flight episode when I left…
(Original title – Through The Trapdoor) Oh my goodness, I never thought this day would come. I don’t have to have chemo anymore, and I am thrilled. The plan was, if the liver spot was shrinking – one more chemo. If it hadn’t, then no more chemo. Today I started my day at 7am with my alarm going off just after I filled in my sleep diary, because that’s a thing I do now. I got dressed, having procrastinated too…
(Today’s chapter name isn’t a pun, but an anagram of the chapter title, “Nicholas Flamel”) Just in case you were thinking about developing your very own special mutant boob or other body part, I’ve made a list of pros and cons to having cancer. Here’s the pros: My work has an insurance policy that means I can take up to 2 years off work at 75% of my income, so I don’t have to report to Centrelink and I am…