The Big Magic Five

Five years. Surgery, radiation therapy, miscarriage, depression, pregnancy, endocrine therapy, post-natal psychosis, hysterectomy, menopause, carpal tunnel, osteopenia and several terrify...

OK Cupid, Hit Me

Last night I joined a dating site. I was on Tinder before Christmas but that was brutal. So now that I’m better I’ve joined OK Cupid to see what it’s like. Dip my toe in the water if ...

My Menopausick Mind

Goddamn the Menopause. It’s a bitch. I’ve been feeling low for the last few weeks and my therapist and my doctors have decided to switch me from my current antidepressant to a new one...

23rd March

On the 23rd March last year I was sectioned. I went full nuts. When I say sectioned, what I mean is ‘voluntarily’ sectioned of course, because they gave me a choice: either come in o...

The Waiting Is Over

An afternoon with Dr Handsome (in his scrubs for added bonus) has confirmed that I don’t have cancer again. Phew. I wasn’t really aware just how worried I was until today when I was, ...

The Waiting Game

I saw my fantastically beautiful surgeon last Friday for my annual check-up: three years to the day after I had breast surgery. He found a lump in my right breast this time (so far my right ...