Liz, you know that radiation damage in your lung we’re watching? Well it’s increased in size so we need to do a PET scan……. Fear. If there’s one word that could describe the impact of cancer it’s fear. Fear of death, fear of the treatment, fear of the unknown, fear of losing your hair, fear […]Read More Feel the fear
My last blog post was an update on my mental health and how far I’ve come with dealing with life, the past, my health and everything else that comes my way. It’s definitely been a tough year with my relationship ending, moving house and my physical health, which brings me to today’s verbal vomit. We […]Read More Scream if you wanna go faster.
I’ve talked many times about the psychological aspect of surviving childhood cancer and how I’ve began to understand how it’s affected me personally but this is the big one. I’ve always been a people pleaser, a reliable go to girl, always willing to lend a hand and I always will be, to an extent, but […]Read More The cycle is broken.
Every month, like a lot of us, I would pick up my prescription in its huge bag to see me through the month. I was on Gabapentin, Oxycodone, amitryptaline and a couple of others to regulate my bowels. It just didn’t seem to make much difference to my pain and caused more side effects than […]Read More Pills, no thrills and bellyaches.
Tomorrow is my birthday, my 44th birthday and 30 years since I was blue lighted to Addenbrookes Hospital with, what turned out to be, a malignant tumour wrapped around my spine and one of my ribs. For the last 29 years I have woken up on my birthday and the first thought has always been […]Read More Cancer has had my birthday for 29 years, this year I’m taking it back.
It’s been a while since I did a blog post and I’ve had a couple brewing for a few weeks, no more procrastination Liz. Blog! So where am I at now? I’ve had some huge changes in my life and a new diagnosis but more of that later. Coping with late effects that turn your […]Read More Another day, another diagnosis.
Death. I’ve had a strange relationship with death : on one hand I’ve always been fascinated with what happens when you die, I was married to an undertaker for 17 years meaning the subject of death was never far from the dinner table however if I thought about dying it would cripple me with fear, […]Read More Facing my fears