Meeting Rocket Man
Greg Gilbert discusses the power of memory to access both solace and sadness. Also, Elton John’s legs.
Tag: stage 4 cancer
My Own Tsunami
My fear of end-of-the-world films and cancer collide in some intense realisations on this whole being human lark. Who knew Bruce Willis in Armageddon would have such a lasting effect?
The Dress
I didn’t know that your own life would flash before your eyes when you are told that someone you love is about to die.
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.
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.