Blog Archive
Living a Thousand Lives
Since my last update and blog two months ago, I have: Or maybe I am living a thousand lives…
A Marathon, Not A Sprint
Growing up in Wales involved being hauled up mountains by my parents on a regular basis – come rain or shine and usually against my will. I preferred to climb them on horseback, alone. Often trailing a metre or two behind the rest of my family I would look up at the...
Living The Dream
Perhaps the only dreams that die are the ones that come true. They cease to exist in the very instant that they pass from imagination to reality. Until then they live on in the recesses of your mind,veiled by disappointment and hopelessness, like old love letters tied...
The Best Homecoming
After twelve days much needed rest, relaxation and riding in Morocco this was my welcome home at Gatwick Airport…
Postcard 15: Publishing Deal!
The Cancer Canvas
Two days ago a woman with stage four oesophageal cancer wrote a heart-rending message to one of the cancer communities I participate in. In agony and believing she was close to death, she asked us if she should resort to morphine and ‘move myself on to the afterlife’...
Postcard 14: Greetings from Africa, 17 Feb 2016
Postcard 13: Scan Results, 12 Jan 2016
Postcard 12: Ground Control to Major Tom, 11 Jan 2016
PST
Gone are the halcyon days of pre-menstrual tension when I barked at innocent family members for minor infractions, burst into tears if there was no milk in the fridge for my morning coffee and devoured entire packets of chocolate biscuits in a few minutes before being...
The Cancer Warriors
Okay, so now my blood is up. I’ve been trying to get some rest after the most intense year of my life, but some things just require a girl to blog. Rant. Shout. Petition. Mobilise. Incite. Send out a rallying cry for some semblance of sanity to prevail when it comes...
Never Say Never
This time a year ago I was counting my ‘lasts’ – my last Christmas, my last winter, my last days with my daughter and nights with my husband, my last everything. There were so many things I thought I would never do again. Like driving a car, riding a horse, walking up...
The Spiritual Gym
The ego is a seriously crafty sucker. There I was worrying that mine would over inflate in the face of all this publicity, but instead it reduced me to a pathetic defenceless waif wailing about being manipulated, misrepresented and deeply misunderstood. The Daily Mail...
The Nocebo Effect
Over the past few days I have been watching an online documentary series by a brave man called Ty Bollinger (who lost several family members to this disease) called The Truth About Cancer. Some of you cancer peeps may have been watching it too. It is causing quite a...
