And still I rise…

I am painfully aware that Maya Angelou’s poem is all about the African-American Civil Rights struggle, and would never want to fall in the trap of cultural appropriation to make a point, after all I have not had my dignity and rights as a human being thrashed or denied … nevertheless her words resonate so much with me as a woman, the defiance, ever rising against adversity and so the reason for the quote.

I’m a zebra

Severe fatigue for me means that I wake up in the morning feeling as if I am drunk. Now if you don’t know me you would probably assume that I’ve been on the bottle and therefore shouldn’t be complaining about the side effects of indulging in a drink too many; however the truth is that I hardly ever drink.

Grief with life in between

…the Rio Olympics have brought home how different our lives are, without Michael here to watch the whole range of events, the little enjoyment I have experienced is always tinged with the acute sadness of his absence.

Stretch marks and belly buttons 

Yesterday I was told that I will be undergoing a bowel and liver re-section on Friday 27 May. Hearing this has brought a mixture of emotions, mostly terror and apprehension. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very keen for this cancer to be whipped out of me really fast. The sooner the better. It’s invading my body,Continue reading “Stretch marks and belly buttons “

When even sunshine can’t lift the cloud

So today is a beautiful sunny day in Dorset…I’ve been able to appreciate it from my bedroom window; I can feel the warmth of the sun on my face. My body aches all over, I’ve had a change in my treatment to deal with some of the most unpleasant side effects, but the new medicationContinue reading “When even sunshine can’t lift the cloud”