THREE CHEERS FOR FAT!

THREE CHEERS FOR FAT!

It’s been another tough week. I seem to be saying that a lot lately, don’t I?!

SHEEZ universe, give a girl a break!

Just when I feel like things are feeling a bit more settled in my mind and I’m getting a firmer hold on the whole cancer bizzo, something else creeps up and trips me over.

And then

…kicks me when I’m down.

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BOOBS. (Made you look)

BOOBS. (Made you look)

My life of late has become a collection of very bizarre events.

In the early days of diagnosis, cancer is pretty all-consuming. Not only because it’s a massive freak-out, but also because it seriously does take over your life in all respects. You live and breathe it day after day.

On the 5th of December, I went from strolling through a standard, Friday morning, to being suddenly whisked off for urgent scans and tests. Before I knew it, I was meeting surgeons and having little chunks of tumour bored from my boob and armpit. What a balls-up that was for my perfectly planned Friday, and every other one since!

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