Category Archives: cancer

For my family, the first time I had cancer was total shock and awe, but for me, I’d simply followed self-examination instructions and hit the jackpot. Sitting in the bath on Good Friday evening 1991, the lather parted on my left breast to reveal a marshmallow-sized lump. A strange calmness washed over me as IContinue reading “what’s the plural of diagnosis?”

The layered scars, bestowed along years of treatment would tell their own story if only I could let them. But the cutting removing re-arranging and healing are neither sights nor tales for the faint of heart, and my cancer is not yet public property. I don’t want your sorrow. Don’t wear pink for me andContinue reading “see me”