Lucy was.

The cancer community, vast and ever-present, is one initially thrown together by circumstance; forged in fear and shaped by grief.  At first, we cling to one another in the desperate hope that being around those whose footsteps we blindly stumble in might somehow lessen the gravity of the burden we each carry so confusedly.

A Love Letter to My Mum and Dad

Today, after 6 months of caring for me during the worst period of my life, my parents are heading back to Wales. The complexity of what I'm feeling, and the urge to look back over the last six months and see just how damn far we've come, has me itching to write again for the first time since January.

It’s Official; I’m in Remission!

It’s official and unequivocal; cancer has left the building. No interference in the scan this time, so no doubt. I’m officially in remission from Stage 4 Hodgkins Lymphoma. This is going to take some time to process, but I am over the moon. I'm a cancer survivor!

Cancer is a House Fire

At first it went unnoticed. Silent tendrils of smoke licking at the walls, and small flames creeping their way through each room. By the time it was caught the inferno had a firm grip and was raging uncontrollably, wreaking immeasurable damage throughout the place I called home.

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