I’m writing this in bed, really hoping I don’t hear the crackle of the baby monitor picking up a rustle from Dylan that might (read: will) be followed by a cry! Dylan’s 6 months old now. I can’t quite belive…
There’s a lot of counting down when you’re having long-term treatment. Life is sort of lived in chunks. It’s all about getting through one chunk, ticking it off, and moving on. The great thing about having a gathering as an…
It’s difficult to pinpoint when a forthcoming scan goes from being ‘just another appointment in the diary’ to something that’s a constant in the back of your mind. But it does. Scanxiety is a real thing. For some, it’s the…
Sorry for the obvious post title. I’m still here, still wholeheartedly wanting to blog, but I’ve been trying too hard. Drafting posts that take too much energy for me to muster. Too many images, too many links. I’ve got loads…
Have you had surgery before the anesthetist asked? My adenoids out when I was little. OK. Not doing things by halves then? And so it began. In the anesthetics room, we chatted about what we would be eating on Christmas…