#26 THAT’S A WRAP FOLKS!

After 15 long months - which has included 16 sessions of chemo, 15 sessions of radiotherapy, 15 sessions of immunotherapy, at least 20 blood tests (and a partridge in a pear tree) - I am done. In more ways than one! Had my final appointment today and although the mammogram results are delayed for a … Continue reading #26 THAT’S A WRAP FOLKS! →

#25 THE END IS NIGH

I was never very sporty at school. I wasn't the first to be chosen in school team sports. But then I wasn’t the last. I was, shall we say, average. Nothing special. I wasn’t fast enough to be a great athlete or flexible enough for gymnastics. But I took part in the various school sports … Continue reading #25 THE END IS NIGH →

#24 NO TEARS. FOR FEARS

A year ago I had a meal out with a group of friends to celebrate my birthday. It was an emotionally challenging night. I had received my diagnosis just a week before and my head was battered and all I wanted to do was cry and shout and "let it all out." I remember feeling … Continue reading #24 NO TEARS. FOR FEARS →

#23 IT’S CRACKERS

When I was about 13 my sister and I had a weekly paper round. Apparently, we had the biggest round in Crewe and it took us at least two to three afternoons to complete as we broke our backs lugging huge satchels around the streets. I used to deliver to the houses that we knew … Continue reading #23 IT’S CRACKERS →

#21 BIONIC BOOBIES

Radiotherapy is done and in the bag. After 15 sessions I was hoping to emerge with Bruce Banner-style radiation superpowers but sadly SuperKaz does not have Bionic Boobies, just sore ones. So how was it? Well radiotherapy was a walk in the park compared to chemo. It’s been time-consuming going to Malaga every day for … Continue reading #21 BIONIC BOOBIES →

#20 GOING RADIO-GA-GA

So six weeks after surgery I have started the next step - radiotherapy. Or “radium” as my mum insists on calling it (see “blob” #2 for ‘mother language’). Which is highly radioactive. And I'd be glowing like a Ready Brek advert if they administered this. 😉 First session was yesterday. 14 to go. It’s a … Continue reading #20 GOING RADIO-GA-GA →

#18 OPERATION BOOBY

When I was younger my mum used to sew and my nan used to knit. A lot. Which meant that for most of our childhood, my sister and I were dressed in handmade pinafore dresses, trouser suit outfits and argyle cardigans. We matched a lot of the time as we were basically ‘cut from the … Continue reading #18 OPERATION BOOBY →

#16 CHEMO GRADUATION

When I started chemo six months ago I was a scared and emotional mess. The diagnosis hit me like a 10-ton truck and as treatment began that truck reversed slowly back over me as my body has been infiltrated by 16 sessions of a contradictory cocktail designed to save me whilst simultaneously causing its own … Continue reading #16 CHEMO GRADUATION →

#15 DOING YOUR BEST

Just like some people do crosswords, bake, crochet, or play guitar to unwind or relax, I like to write stuff. It’s something I have done since I was a child. From short stories to song lyrics to complete nonsense, I find it therapeutic and it keeps me sane. And although I really appreciate your lovely … Continue reading #15 DOING YOUR BEST →

#14 IT’S LIFE JIM. BUT NOT AS WE KNOW IT

Did you miss me?! The last three weeks have flown by like a week’s holiday in Majorca (during the good days) and equally dragged like a kid waiting for Christmas (during the bad days). If Taxol is the high school bully who laughs at your green sandals and grey socks ensemble on the first day … Continue reading #14 IT’S LIFE JIM. BUT NOT AS WE KNOW IT →