Say that again, Doctor?
One day enjoying normal life, the next, well you\’re in a whole new life
Say that again, Doctor? Read More »
One day enjoying normal life, the next, well you\’re in a whole new life
Say that again, Doctor? Read More »
If you can\’t be a hypochondriac with a cancer when can you?
Told you I was sick Read More »
Celebrities keep dying who are my exact contemporaries
For whom the bell tolls Read More »
Living with cancer in remission is like living in an active minefield, moving carefully, hardly daring to breathe, keeping to well-worn tracks, but knowing that even those, swept carefully, may still hide an unexploded bomb, while hearing, in the distance, the intermittent explosions from the fields where others live similar lives.
Look fine – reports of people dying in their eighties and nineties, sad but expected, or at least not unexpected, had a good innings, a full life, all that. But please, media outlets, could you stop telling me of deaths of people in their sixties and early seventies. That\’s not a good innings, that\’s a
Anxiety is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility
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Cancer is like a steeplechase with endless jumps to fall at or clear
Up and over, up and over Read More »