Bye for now my friend

Cancer started the row. My husband finished it. Now, please bear in mind, this photo was taken after being in lock-down for over three months, That means no hairdresser visits and no attempt at home colouring myself. I had also lost about a third of my hair naturally....

Breaking up with my hair

I wake with a start and check the pillow straight away. No hair there. I’ve still got my to do list ‘to do’ before my second cycle. So I get up and mark four assignments before breakfast. I love getting my tasks done and ticking them off the list....

Clumps of hair in my hands

Well that’ll teach me. I’ve been announcing the good news like a Town Crier…’OYEZ….I am well….OYEZ……I am well’…. Buzzing off my accomplishment I’m like Tigger rather than Eyeore. Then a clump of hair...

The cancer cell

I am in a tall slim box, stood up. I can see out. It’s made of steel bars and I’m gripping on to the contraption screaming for someone to let me out. Faceless tall figures drift around me but don’t see me. They’re just doing nothing except move...

Is chemo a super power?

Something very odd is happening. I feel well. Too well?? I’m back to me. Up with the lark, darting around the place, scuttling from one job to another. Busy, busy, busy and loving it. A full sunny day lies ahead of me as I look out of my kitchen french doors...