Cancer: A Tale Of Two Mirrors

Something strange happened in my local M&S yesterday. I was reaching for the last silver star Christmas decoration when my hand collided with a man who was doing exactly the same thing. We exchanged polite smiles. I may have even giggled, I tend to do that in awkward situations… But then he smiled again and started talking to me. I…

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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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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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