I would wake up each morning, have the regular shit, shave and shower routine, preparing for a 90 minute commute. There were days of course when I let the stubble show, I mean shaving every single morning wasn’t possible. But I was mostly clean shaven, never with a beard. Yet when cancer came along things changed. I no longer had…
I had my 3 month CT Scan to monitor things last Saturday, 2nd June. I am very relieved, reassured and grateful to report that things are all still stable. A couple of nodes even reduced by 2–3 mm. For context I’ve now been off the immunotherapy for over 1 year, with the disease stable during this time. I took out…
3 years ago, 14th April 2015, I was signing consent forms giving the surgeons permission to take out my colon, stomach, abdominal wall, spleen and any other parts they felt necessary. I questioned what would be left of me. Nurses marked an X on my belly for the ideal positioning for a stoma. I was scheduled for a major surgery…
I went to bed last night not knowing whether I’d wake up this morning. In fact I’ve been going to bed every single night for the past 3 years with this uncertainty. I’m not going to bed being negative or pessimistic, but rather with an appreciation that no day is a given. A reminder that each day counts, that each…
This week the U.K. goes to the polls. Here is an example of one MP, my MP Keir Starmer helping me, a constituent in a desperate health crisis, when the Health Secretary for State said “sorry I cannot be more helpful”- Jeremy Hunt offered no help at all. Last April (2016) I had a £200,000 fundraising target to get access…
