How I Stand Up To Cancer By Writing The Kind Of Romance Books My Kids Might Disown Me For One Day…

May 2017. The sterile room, the grim faces, the stretching aching silence. The colonoscopy (“unnecessary but just in case”) that didn’t go to plan. An hour later I was walking out of that hospital a very different woman to the one I was previously. Cancer. It’s the hangover that never goes away. It’s the nausea at the end of the…

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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 woollen 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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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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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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Cancer Mum: How The Guilt Fairy Went Nuclear

Most mums and dads 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…

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Living With Cancer: To My Husband This Valentine’s Day

I met you when I was seventeen. I think I loved you even then. Eleven years later we were married. Two years later I was pregnant with Emily. Two years after that we had Jessica. Our life is full of numbers. The good ones are the birthdays we’ve shared, the wedding anniversaries, all nine of them, and the parenting milestones,…

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Sex and Cancer

You don’t find those words occupying the same sentence very often. Does it make you uncomfortable? Sick people should just do ‘sick people’ things, right? Like lie around in bed all day and puke into a bucket… Well, we do that too but occasionally we strive for a little more. I’m often asked why I decided to write a ‘risqué’…

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