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Cancer stole my identity
It is now over three months since my diagnosis of an aggressive form of breast cancer, and I had no idea how short a time it would take for this horrible disease to change my life and rob me of my identity. For over twenty years I have been Finance Director and part owner of…
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The hair-loss dolly
I’ve long believed that children learn through play and, perhaps even more importantly, through each other. But sometimes life throws up things that are rather difficult to explain to little people. Like why Nanna Nat suddenly has very little hair. Our granddaughter is only two-and-a-half, so “Nanna Nat is having cancer treatment and it’s making…
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Lost for words
Since my diagnosis I’ve discovered that cancer doesn’t just come with side effects. It also comes with a script. Almost everyone reaches for the same handful of phrases. They’re not meant to hurt. They’re usually an attempt to fill an awkward silence, offer comfort, or make sense of something that feels really frightening. Sometimes, though,…
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Pieces of a bigger picture
If you’ve followed my story so far from the beginning, you may have got the impression that I am a very independent person and – Â under normal circumstances – Â more than capable of looking after myself. However, I have recently learned the hard way that sometimes we need to call upon others, or ask for…
