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Alexander Hamilton was supposedly asked (according to the musical, anyway) ‘Why do you write like you’re running out of time?’.  Ok I don’t know much about duelling or constitutional law, bu…
On Friday, I went for a run.  In the rain.  When I didn’t have to.  Yes - I know I didn’t have to.  Sure - I questioned my sanity too.  But I had to.&…
A while back, I wrote about being robbed of my future and not being able to plan ahead.  Well now, to an extent, I can.  The appointment with my oncologist didn’t start promisingly…
When compared to the start of the week, Wednesday was relatively unremarkable, but given the months of almost unrelenting suffering, easily made the top five of the year to date. Having forgotten w…
It has been two weeks since my last proper blog post.  Hang on - that sounds a bit like I’ve apprehensively entered some kind of literary confessional - but I have excuses.  Lots o…
I’ll write a blog or series whenever I’ve processed the utter craziness of the past two weeks but for anyone waiting on an update:Long term prognosis hasn’t changed but remaining cancers are ‘under co…
A warm welcome to anyone who’s made their way round from the Runner’s World article that’s dropped! If you have any comments or questions, particularly about the signs and symptoms of bowel cancer, pl…
Well!It’s been over a week since my last entry. No - this time, I’m not in hospital. I’ve been out. I’ve been about. I’ve seen people, places and done things - engaging in actual, proper pastimes …
I arrived home after eight uneasy days in hospital to a freezing cold welcome.  This was because, firstly, I was used to the ‘care home level’ warmth of hospital wards and, secondly, my brot…
Monday arrived and, with it, progress.  Ok the progress was painstakingly slow, but noticeable nonetheless.  I was moved on from a liquid diet to soft food, mainly consisting of porridge, mashed potat…
After Wednesday’s surgery, and two torrid days in HDU, by Saturday morning, I was in a standard hospital ward.  Well it wasn’t quite as standard as I was expecting.  For starters, I was in my own room…
I woke up.  That in itself felt like a bit of a win, given the circumstances. I was a bit groggy and moving didn’t seem to be working, but my brain was switched on and possibly let my voice …