Madame Novaries“Hang on to your ovaries!” my family used to cry out every time we went over a bump in the road, and, erroneously as I later realised…Dec 31, 20191Dec 31, 20191
Pretty in Pink?Colours come with baggage. Culturally specific baggage, heavy with meaning and accumulated over time. And amongst all its friends in the…Nov 8, 2019Nov 8, 2019
Tired and EmotionalEighties’ popstrels will recognise the Smash Hits euphemism for being drunk but now “tired and emotional” is a neat summary of my daily…Oct 12, 20191Oct 12, 20191
The Body PoliticI am told by Facebook that it is a year since I started chemotherapy. Much maligned though FB is, I like these reminders. Without them, I…Sep 2, 2019Sep 2, 2019
Hospital TrustNext week, I must return to the breast care clinic for my yearly mammogram on the (hopefully) healthy right breast. I am susceptible to…Jul 17, 2019Jul 17, 2019
A Year In The LifeOf all of the abstract concepts, time is the winner of the Most Abstract award. It is subjective. It stretches out or compresses…Jul 5, 20191Jul 5, 20191
I Can See Clearly Now…My oncologist , my counsellor, the Breast Cancer Care ‘Moving Forward’ book and my own intuition told me that the period after radical…Mar 18, 20191Mar 18, 20191
RadioactivityI was quite grumpy about the prospect of starting radiotherapy, despite being told it is a “doddle.” I had had a lovely holiday from…Jan 28, 2019Jan 28, 2019
41 hours in A and EThe shrill staccato had not been heard since December 2009 but was instantly recognisable.Jan 1, 2019Jan 1, 2019
