A Bank Holiday Without Alcohol
Despite spending most of last week attempting to persuade myself that I’d given up drinking a week too early and should’ve waited til after the bank holiday weekend instead, I ne...
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Life Continues to Fight
One of the downsides of having had breast cancer (and there are a few) is that you are at a higher risk of a recurrence in the five years after treatment. No one is sure why, mostly because ...
Stephen Fry’s Penis
I woke up this morning and for the first time in three weeks it didn’t feel like a drunken Australian had come along in the night, mistaken Bad Tit for a shrimp, and chucked it on the ...
New Battle, New Plan
The thing with being diagnosed with cancer - even if deep down inside you suspected it since you found that lump - is it’s a shocking game changer. You can’t plan for it. You c...
Round 1 – Life Beats Cancer
Hopefully it’s a knockout. I had my last radiotherapy session yesterday. Nineteen arduous and sometimes very boring daily trips to QA and one very burnt breast and I am done. One of th...
Lounging About Topless (Unfortunately Not In Spain)
I am spending the day in bed. Because I can. And not only because I can, but because I should. I’m not dressed because the radiographers told me to sit around topless to air Bad Tit in...