Blue Draped Cube
Greg talks about the moment of being given his prognosis of stage 4 cancer and what happens in the moments after someone tells you there is nothing left to help you. Don’t read without tissues, you’re going to need them.
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That time I thought I had a slight cancer
It’s a drag waiting for cancer test results when you’re stuck up a mountain in Spain. No amount of olives can detract from how slow time becomes but it helps if someone writes a song about you.
#staceysobs (yet again)
Crying in public is just part of the job description when you are a cancer carer. It is often seen as a sign of weakness but letting out the tears – wherever and on whoever – is my way of staying sane.
Strangers in the Night
Sometimes strangers on a screen are the best people to reveal your darkest fears to. A love letter to the Internet and the connections that it can create. However, once you start looking for others in pain, you can’t control what you will see.
I really hope Billy Corgan can save us
Note to self: Trying to channel a 90’s grunge icon through a Victorian Christmas decoration will not be as successful as you would like it to be and surprisingly, not be a cure for cancer.
I will never watch the Blair Witch Project ever again
Is it just a bit freaky to document the trauma of a life-threatening illness with photography? Is social media the right place to live out a personal crisis? Too many tricky questions for a blog? U ok hun?
Courage, Dear Heart (when the baby won’t stop crying)
A lesson for when you are suffering from post-natal depression, your baby hates the world and you really just need to take a jumper back to John Lewis without ending up a mess on the floor.