It turns out I have a “great shaped head” – Breast Cancer Awareness Month Diary – Day #7

I remember waking up and seeing my daughter at the door of the room wearing a plastic apron and her not being allowed to touch me. It actually brings a tear to my eye just thinking about it now almost a decade later. The look on her face at that moment will never leave me.

Lucky to loose my hair. Lucky to have chemotherapy – #GodBlessTheNHS – Breast Cancer Awareness Month Diary – Day #6

And so it went on, bargaining with the Universe. I knew how tough the path ahead was because Ihad lost one of my dearest friends to breast cancer. She died just before her son’s 4th birthday so I know it doesn’t always end well.

Myself As A Ghost & The Endurance of Frida Kahlo – Breast Cancer Awareness Month Diary – Day #5

The crowing weight loss, weight gain headlines, the mistaken outfit stories, the too much botox, looking too haggard stories, they all make the body a battleground. For me it was something of a relief to just accept that I would never qualify by the impossible yardstick. I had to just let it go and to be honest there is a lot of freedom in that.