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 →
Perfect flavours to combat that awful chemo mouth which chemotherapy causes. If you fancy giving it a go you can find the recipe here.
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.
UPDATE: Sadly it seems it’s not as clear cut as we thought. In the last blog post I bemoaned the feelings of scanxiety around my first check up PET-CT scan since my chemotherapy began. Well, I'm not worried anymore. We have the results.
This morning I’m attempting to learn how to give myself my daily G-CSF injections (under the careful tutorage of Dr Tracie Miles, sharps extraordinaire). As someone with a phobia of needles, even looking at the damn thing is making me wobbly! But it’s way worse for the orange...
Let's start with a game of 'what's currently happening to Ceri's body', shall we? I even have some photos for you.
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 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.
Just a quick one today because, as you may have seen on my social media accounts, I've been admitted to hospital with neutropenic sepsis. Ah damn - but more on that later in a heftier post. I wanted to take a moment to give a shout out to my lovely Mum. She doesn't like to... Continue Reading →
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.