Secondary breast cancer
It’s been two long months since I have last written and even longer since I have filled you in on how my treatment is going.
The 13th October is Secondary Breast Cancer Awareness Day, a day dedicated to spreading the word about the incurable side of the disease, the side where there are no survivors
While most people take it easy over August, the traditional holiday month, I chose to whizz all over the place enjoying various long weekend breaks. Unfortunately, the cancer also chose to pick up the pace and start whizzing around my body again.
There have been lots of stories in the press over the last few years and months about the changes to the welfare state and the cancer drug fund. I mentioned in my previous blog that I had designed my working life to allow me to stay off benefits as much as I could but my diagnosis of secondary breast cancer, which includes extensive bone damage changed that.
I try at all times to take this secondary breast cancer path with grace and dignity. I try to set an example and live to high standards but occasionally the mask slips. Occasionally I’m niggled by the small stuff and I get downright angry over things that just shouldn’t matter.
I hate Valentine’s Day. It’s the one day of the year when I am forever reminded that I am single. I have only once had a boyfriend on Valentine’s day and that was at school, and only because I was away skiing as we broke up as soon as I got home. Overall my dating stats aren’t that great…
I could not walk this secondary breast cancer road without my family and friends supporting me and holding my hand. They are the people I cry on, the people who accompany me to appointments and the people that I am fighting to stay alive for.
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