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I didn’t go to Ibiza to ‘live it large’.  If large means the kind of nightlife I’d have to be dragged to, a half measure is fine for me in so many ways.  Plus if you’re living on a…
From Eastbourne, I boarded a London bound train, but it would take me ten days to reach the city.  Because on the way, I got off at Gatwick Airport and boarded a flight to Ibiza.  Ok - this wasn’t qui…
A few months ago, over chemo but before surgery, I wanted something to look forward to.  I didn’t really have anything, as at that point, I was staring down the barrel of at least four rounds of the s…
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…