On the 28th July 2011, my life changed in one phone call with the simple words - 'yes - it's cancer'. I've created this blog, for the benefit of my wonderful close and extended family; and for my amazing friends around the globe, so I can keep you abreast (!) of my journey.

My diagnosis of 2 x grade 3 (fast growing) tumours - type - 'Triple-Negative' - so called
because it doesn’t
have receptors (proteins on the surface
of cells) for the hormones oestrogen and
progesterone, or a protein called HER2, was shocking. This rare aggressive sub-type of breast cancer, therefore, doesn't respond to common
hormonal treatments, such as tamoxifen or
anastrozole (Arimidex®
) or
trastuzumab (Herceptin®
). Survival rates are considerably lower, than for more common types of breast cancer, especially in years 0 - 5, but on a par 5+ years post treatment.

Fast forward to December 2020. Secondary cancer . Triple negative again but the tumour localised to the scar of the primary cancer. The prognosis is weaker. I am buying myself time - with chemo currency.

This will not be a sad tale - but I hope it will amuse you, inspire you, and most of all allow me to lean on you from afar, as you guide me through what looks like a rocky road ahead.

I can't guarantee a happy ending, but hope to make you laugh to the end.

Wednesday, 5 October 2011

Morning Miranda!

Had my first day in bed today...
Feeling a bit pathetic, unwell and very tired. A bit like when you are coming down with a cold with a hint of radioactivity thrown in.
Is it OK to stay in bed - I challenged myself?
Well - I've got up every day since Friday - with the help of super steroids - and tried to act 'normal' for the sake of Lily & Gary...I know, I know...there's nothing 'normal' about me! But no - as predicted - the SuperHero powers of steroids have worn off and I'm a little jaded.
I've slept through 'Homes Under the Hammer', 'Bargain Hunt' and decided not to make myself feel any worse by watching Cameron's speech (although the 'squirm factor' would have been amusing to watch!).
I can only face drinking tea & soup.
I'm glowing in patches on my face & various parts of my body (wonder if I glow in the night too?) - and I'm moulting. Oh yes....I'm definitely shedding hair. I was advised to go for a short pixie cut now - to save the distress of my long tresses falling out. But I can't see the point. The plan is - when I wake one morning and sheaves of the golden stuff are fanned on my pillow (Disney style) - I'll get Gary's hair clippers and take the whole lot off - grade 1. I've asked Gary if he would do it for me & he says no...he doesn't think he can...but that's OK - it's only because he's afraid of hurting me.....a baldy with half an ear, wouldn't be a good look!
And the commedienne Miranda Hart popped in this morning...
Via the Royal Mail
Via my VBF's
To put a smile on my face....
Thanks guys x
Such fun!
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