I feel like it's probably time for a quick update! This is purely an aesthetic one, so no deep musings today I'm afraid. Over the last couple of months I've been getting a little freaked out seeing how fast other cancer patients' fuzz was developing in comparison to mine. I started to worry that it... Continue Reading →
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.
Cancer – The Making & Breaking of Friendships
Ever fancied a litmus test for your friendships? Then may I recommend a cancer diagnosis. You'll be surprised, I guarantee it.
Ho Ho Holy Crap, An Update!
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.
Cancer, The Crafty Bugger
You may remember my jubilant post about the good news we received following my mid-way PET-CT scan. Turns out things may not be so clear cut as we were first led to believe.
PICCed Up An Infection
Last week, the labs at the RUH took a blood sample for culturing and managed to grow the bacteria and identify it; I'm harbouring something called Roseomonas...
Chemo Round 2, Days 1 to 4: Rash Decisions
Let's start with a game of 'what's currently happening to Ceri's body', shall we? I even have some photos for you.
Moth-Eaten But Not Beaten
I promised I wouldn't shy away from the rougher bits of this cancer situation, and so I'm not. I know that I wanted to see what I had in store at the start of the diagnosis, so I'm hoping this will help others. But please be gentle with this one, because I'm feeling very vulnerable about posting these pictures.
Neutropenic Sepsis: Definitely ‘Not Great Fun’
I've not updated, or at least not properly, since I was admitted to hospital on Sunday with neutropenic sepsis. I've been taking my time processing the whole experience. It made the whole situation feel very real, and is actually the first time it hit home that I might actually die from all of this.
Rolling With The Lows
Today I broke down. I continue to sob as I write this. Sometimes I feel like my mind is renting a small square footage of my body. It has become communal property. Some of the tenants are part of a cooperative to keep it in good condition. Some are saboteurs. But everyone has a say. I want my body back.