Cancer Mum: A Year of Living Dangerously

Recently i’ve come to the conclusion that a cancer diagnosis is a series of violent events, linked together by gossamer-thin strands of something resembling normality. It’s an abrasive woolen blanket interwoven with the softest of silks. My own diagnosis has never been neatly defined for me. There is no cracked tupperware box in my mind labeled ‘worst day ever.’ Instead…

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New Website!

To all those sick of my self-promotion recently, I now have a dedicated author page for my romance books! www.catherinewiltcher.com The writing thing’s taken off a bit now so I’ve decided to keep my cancer blog separate. It’s proving a good distraction with my yearly scan and colonoscopy looming……. I also have a shiny new author Facebook group for book…

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Amy’s Legacy…

Many cancer patients don’t like to use battle talk to describe our journey. To them, we’re not fighters or survivors. That would mean admitting that we’re at war with our own bodies, which in itself is a bit of a mind fuck. I’ve struggled with this reasoning. Yes, we need to work with our bodies to heal but I find it…

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50 Shades of Chemo: Why I Wrote A Romance Book During My Cancer Treatment

In 2017, at the age of thirty-seven, I was diagnosed with cancer. How did I react? I wrote a book. Not a book about cancer, admittedly. Instead I chose to write a romance about feisty women, sexy men and exotic locations, and something that removed me as far away from oncology rooms as possible. Two years ago I wrote the…

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International Women’s Day, Cancer & Me

This International Women’s Day i’ll be celebrating a select group of women. You won’t find them ‘front of house’ or clutching a gold statuette, but they are all superheroes whose strength and beauty is something very much to be admired. They’re the ones facing a cancer diagnosis before their fortieth birthday. They’re the mums with children too young to leave motherless or…

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My Own, Personal, Declaration Of War…

I had a mini revelation this week. I realised exactly what my book is… it’s my own, personal Fuck You to cancer. It’s my declaration of war on this shitty disease that has robbed me of my future. For years I didn’t think I was good enough. It didn’t matter how many international book competitions I was shortlisted for or…

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Cancer Mum: How The Guilt Fairy Went Nuclear

Most mums are familiar with The Guilt Fairy. She’s that lairy little hag who sits on your shoulder and jabs you with her pointy Guilt Fairy wand whenever you stuff your kids with smarties, sack off bathtime for the second night in a row or shout too much in Morrison’s. We were already on a first names basis before my…

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