I’ve been working with Bloodwise over the last couple of months to try and raise awareness for blood cancer. Here’s one of those efforts come to fruition: CLICK HERE TO READ THE ARTICLE "It’s strange to think that I unwittingly carried my cancer for months. Perhaps even years. When those first few cells mutinied and... Continue Reading →
Remember a good while ago when I blogged about my experience of being filmed for Macmillan? Well... Here it is in all of its glory, with guest appearances from Woody the dog and my ears (thanks for those genetics, Dad!). Enjoy - is that the right word? https://twitter.com/macmillancancer/status/1083412031154388992
Hopefully a relatively short update today just to bring everyone up to speed and to get back into the swing of things. Hah, yeah right.
Yesterday was quite an exciting (and very tiring!) day, because I had the pleasure of being filmed for a Macmillan advert - fancy or what?!
I've been meaning to do a write up about my PICC line for the last week, but time got away from me a bit as I also started chemotherapy. So, apologies about the delay as this is one of the topics I've received the most questions about!
My mermaid scales PICC line cover is here and if it isn’t the most extra thing you’ve ever seen then I don’t know what to say.
Yesterday my parents and I attended something referred to as a 'Confirmation of Consent' meeting with my absolute babe of a Nurse Specialist, Theresa. Sadly this wasn't some sort of disruptive feminist workshop, but a medical appointment about chemotherapy. The point of the session is to run through your cancer treatment plan, its side effects and risks, answer any questions you may have and then finally get your permission to start poisoning you for your own benefit.
Instead I have been wading my way wide-eyed and babbling incoherently through myriad conversations about my fertility. Basically, am I ever going to want to grow some sproglets inside of me one day? Because [spoiler alert], cancer and its subsequent treatment might make my chances of natural conception as likely as Trump winning an honorary ACLU award.
It's funny what sorts of worries cross your mind in the dead of night. Lying in bed last night at 3am I realised I have no idea how to approach makeup during chemo. Some ponderous highlights include: When it takes my hair and I'm rocking the Jean-Luc Picard vibe, where do I draw the line... Continue Reading →