Thank You For The Mammories

Last week I found another lump, in Bad Tit, right above the scar which serves as a permanent reminder - in case I ever actually manage to forget - that cancer once lived here. Obviously I wa...

Why the sad face? Because fucking cancer, that’s why. This week I have been sad. Morose in fact. As the December date of diagnosis self-murder approaches, (and incidentally I can&rsq...

Upon My Sword

I’ve been seeing a homeopath. Not romantically obviously, but my complete inability to move out from under the blanket of despair I’ve been attempting to function with since stop...

Dear Mike…

If only this was your real head. I am striking today. This is not because I disagree with conditions at my college, where the Principal and Senior Leadership Team do try to be as fair to te...

Singing In The Rain

The highly unpleasant brain zaps have stopped. But they’ve been replaced by a dark cloud which I have affectionately named Cloudia. Seeing as it seems to be staying a while. Cloudia ...

Brain Shocks And More Big Pharma Shocks

Way back in January when things were really dark (http://lifeversuscancer.tumblr.com/post/41937535223/breaking-being-bad) my GP put me on Citalopram to reduce anxiety and help me get a hold ...