(Original title – Diagon Alley) So, things they don’t tell you about having cancer in the movies (which I’m sure varies greatly from cancer to cancer): There are so many appointments. There are so many tests before you’re even diagnosed. You don’t just go to the doctor and hear “fyi, you have cancer”. I had a really solid idea I had cancer after the first of my five diagnostic processes. I hope you like blood and needles, because this is…
Chemo round 2 begins shortly. Still being admitted this time. 10% dose today to check for reaction, then the rest tomorrow. I’ll be doing this with no steroids, and I noticed once I got to my private room that there was a board with space to write notes, so of course I had to add to it: The nurse looking after me gave me a red star for humour. I did want to add “not die” to the goals, but…
(Original title – The Keeper of Keys) Hey cancer, fuck you. You’re ruining my awesome life. But at the moment, it’s not so bad. The hiccup with that minor anaphylactic reaction aside, I’m actually doing kind of okay at the moment. I’m sleeping really well, my back pain is finally easing up (seriously, don’t slip a disc in your back and have cancer, it makes your life so much harder), Minou is finally settling in to the new house and…
(Original title – The Letters From No One) So, it’s been an eventful few days after four days of non-eventfulness. After four days of no appointments, I met with my oncologist on Monday, and while waiting for that appointment to begin, found out that I was suddenly homeless because of the ongoing mould argument between the owner upstairs and my landlord and us. Shit. We managed to scramble into a place and got moved in today which is all hunky…
(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…