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.
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.
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.