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On the Road
It feels much better to be going somewhere, to have forward, directional motion. It feels good to see the bleak French landscape in February and to stop morosely circulating between my bed, my sofa, hospital and local cafes – all I’ve been able to cope with since the diagnosis two weeks ago. It helps that…
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Telling people
There’s a lot of admin around cancer. I remember that from last time. The politics of who to tell when. Last time I called close friends. This time I couldn’t really find the words or the energy and texted a lot of them. Sorry for that. The emotional energy of saying ‘I’m dying’ in not…
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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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The Great Illusion
We are all dying. I don’t mean to be morose but I’ve taken some comfort in the brutality of realising that we are all walking around in this illusion of infinite living. It’s responsible for a lot of our worst behaviour. If we all had clocks around our necks with the days, the hours, the…
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Glow Up
A nodule sounded like a small thing when they told me about it on the phone. It got picked up on a CT angiogram on Jan 6th. ‘Your heart was perfect’, the lady said, ‘no furring of the arteries, no calcification’ but they did pick up a small lung nodule. I ask if it could…
A blog for people living with secondary cancer
Breathe 