How Cancer Changed My Marriage

Someone once told me that a cancer diagnosis makes or breaks a marriage. Having survived five months of major surgery and chemotherapy I’m happy to say that mine is still very much intact. There have been moments though, particularly during those long, interminable hours on my local chemo unit, when our rock-solid foundation has developed fissures and flaws. Cancer is…

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Coming Soon…

In June I was diagnosed with cancer. How did I react? I wrote a book. Not a book about cancer, admittedly (I like to rant and rave about all that on this blog 🤣). Instead I chose to write a contemporary romance about feisty women, sexy men and exotic locations, and something that removed me as far away as possible…

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Sexual Harassment Aside, Let’s Talk About The Culture Of Bullying

I was 25 when a married Executive Producer took my hand and tried to talk me back to his hotel room. He was a big deal in Hollywood. I was his young, ambitious production coordinator, who also happened to be a long way from home. Even so, I made my excuses and left. Another statistic. Another #MeToo. It wasn’t the…

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Every Three Weeks I Let Cancer Win A Battle

On this day, typically the fifth or sixth since my last chemotherapy infusion, every insecurity and unspoken fear of mine wraps their icy fingers around my wrist and drags me deeper and deeper into the abyss. I can’t fight it. I simply don’t have the strength. My body feels heavy and useless. My antiemetic pills bring me no relief from…

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Love Is All Around Us (Even In My Chemo Unit)

A chemotherapy unit is a funny place to find yourself. It’s almost verging on parody. On one hand you’re surrounded by all these seriously ill people – bald, pale, shrunken forms – a snapshot of cancer at it’s most wicked. It also serves as a stark reminder that a cancer diagnosis unleashes a tsunami of toxicities on the body and…

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Bowel Cancer At 37 Is Something To Shout About

The weekend before my first chemo session my husband whisked me away on a surprise spa break. It was meant to be a relaxing, let’s-forget-about-all-that-cancer-crap for 24 hours… Alas, cancer’s shadow cast long and dark over even the most lightly scented of spa treatment rooms. I was asked to fill out a health questionnaire, you see. It’s a standard procedure.…

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