Actually, not really. It was a little bit scary but I wanted to lead with a positive spin so….
Wednesday I had my monthly Oncologist/Treatment appointments. 867 more words
When I was originally diagnosed with Stage IV breast cancer in July of 2012 my oncologist didn’t talk to me about life expectancy. She was realistic about the situation as she told me there was no cure, that treatment was officially classified as palliative only. 518 more words
I used to hate birthdays, I hated the thought of getting older, I was never comfortable with getting fussed over or being the centre of attention, I disliked the pressure of organizing something that everyone else would enjoy, desperately trying to avoid a repeat of The Great Birthday Catastrophe of 2001 when I dragged 12 of my nearest and dearest to the Tate Britain, what was I thinking???… I hated the thought of some big countdown style clock ticking off the years of my life, having to consider a serious career, buying a house, having kids, wrinkles, arthritis, grey hair, the menopause, and then after all that grown up bollocks, slowly rotting away in some grotty care home run by granny beaters and smelling of piss… did I mention that I hated the thought of getting older?!!! 826 more words