It’s taken me a while to put my finger on it but something is changing in the NHS. Perhaps it’s post Covid but I think it might just be a generational shift. This time round I’ve met a new generation of doctors coming through, half my age nearly, able to communicate sensitively and with suitable…

How did this poem find me today at exactly the moment I needed it and how have I never seen it before? It said everything in my heart before I had articulated it. I gave me comfort.  To die is perhaps no stranger than being born or falling asleep each night to journey who knows…

I don’t really know how to do sadness. I’m a chipper sort of person and I try and make the best of things. To stay cheerful. Optimistic. It’s hard to find from moment to moment. We ride on the momentum of daily life. Barely stopping for a minute to check in with ourselves. Maybe today…

It’s a strange phenomena to go away and come back. I’m fuelled by the transitions between familiar and unfamiliar. At home, since my diagnosis process began (not quite as simple with this sort of cancer) I’d been locked in a cycle of shock, hospital and other people’s shock. A bit like a ballbearing in a…

Last week my husband was telling our twins about my snoring. This is something new and amusing to the family as I have never been a snorer until recently. He suffers patiently and has his wax ear plugs on hand but they are not always enough. It was actually one of the first signs that…