(Original title – Quidditch) Here’s some perspective from someone coming to terms with her mortality. I love hearing people complain about the dumb stuff going wrong in their lives. Love it. I always have. I don’t usually have drama in my life unless it comes from other people. When people come to me with their drama and their troubles, it’s because they know I’ll be honest, and I’ll be speaking from the heart, and I’ll be telling you what you…
(Original title – The Potions Master) The biggest mystery that surrounded cancer when I was diagnosed was who does what medically for me. I enjoy throwing words on a page and I’m feeling kind of queasy after chemo but not enough to sleep yet, so I’m going to talk a little about my team. First up is my GP. He is an important part of my team because he’s who I go to for the day-to-day health niggles and panic…
(Original title – The Vanishing Glass) My particular cancer, Inflammatory Breast Cancer (“IBC”), is rare and it’s nasty. So I’m having four of the five options of treatment available to me: Chemo for 16 – 24 weeks (depending if I’m well enough to do a dose-dense treatment) Surgery (probs a double mastectomy – whoooo free reduction and tummy tuck to rebuild!) Radiation (and still no superpowers) Hormone Therapy (because a 33 year old needs to experience what menopause is like…
(Original title – The Boy Who Lived) So this will come as a shock to some of you – I have a mutant tit. Righty decided it wasn’t happy with its bigger mate Lefty having all the glory, so decided to get its grow on, and it figured “Hey, what’s the best way I can fuck with this bitch’s life plans? Let’s grow cancer!” The only apology I will offer for the next twelve months is this: I’m sorry you…
Look, let’s be real. Seeing or feeling something weird and then having that panicking thought of “holy shit, what if it’s cancer” goes through everyone’s mind at some point or another. Don’t lie, you know you’ve done it. But what happens if your cancer isn’t a lumpy kind of cancer? What if it’s inflammatory? What if the first symptoms that appear are so subtle that you might miss them if you’re not working from home, showering at 10am and dancing…