As the Schofield saga continued into the week, I am pre-opping for cancer surgery part 4. I am really hoping this is it now, I am worn out just thinking about it. Luckily this time it’s just a fiddle with a scar, hopefully under a local but in theatre, apparently in a tent. To clarify,ContinueContinue reading “Last Week – pre-ops and mermaids”
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May 2022
May largely consisted of dancing in fields and renovation dramas, sprinkled with the first beach walk in forever and the very last ever zometa infusion. Bearded Theory – The Woodland First festival since lockdown lifted, booked in 2019 before covid was a thing. And it was fab. It didn’t rain, I danced to old favouritesContinueContinue reading “May 2022”
Fright Night – a diagnosis story…….
Halloween 2018 was the day I received the phone call to say I had breast cancer. I was expecting it. I had been recalled from a routine mammogram a couple of weeks earlier. I had been shown the mammogram pictures, had the little white dots of calcification pointed out to me and had already hadContinueContinue reading “Fright Night – a diagnosis story…….”
The Frank Journals 