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Sound and silence
January was characterised by silence. It was probably a good thing to pause and begin the new year thoughtfully but, by the end, it felt like January had lasted a whole year all by itself. For the greater part of the day, unless I happened upon another soul at my art studio or at a…
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Funk
Why does it get harder to write as this goes on? I have so much I want to say and quite a lot of things I can’t say as the future works itself out. Many of the things I want to say when I start to write aren’t positive. I have been swept up in…
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Welcome to my blog
Hello Folks, My name’s Angela. If you’ve found your way here I am guessing you are either a) a relative b) a friend c) also dealing with your own diagnosis. Either way hello/welcome/I’m sorry. It’s a shock. I’m a 51 year old mother of three kids, a wife, a sister, a daughter. Professionally I’m a…
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Into the Woods
I’ve been writing this post since New Year’s Day trying to get my head around what it means to move into another year and slowly begin to pick up the pieces. Remembering what I was up to before the news almost a year ago. Just before Christmas we went to see Sondheim’s Into the Woods…
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Resonance
Hello. I’m sorry I haven’t written for a while. How are you? I’ve missed you! To be honest, I’ve been avoiding you. Is that a little too honest? Haha if only we could say these things in everyday life. I have been avoiding myself the most perhaps. I have become a master or mistress of…
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The Unravelling
““I will cut adrift— I will sit on pavements and drink coffee—I will see the Southern hills; I will dream; I will take my mind out of its iron cage & let it swim—this fine October”. Virginia Woolf Virginia Woolf wrote this in her diary on October 15th 1930. The Vice Chancellor of my university…
A blog for people living with secondary cancer
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