It is 3 years this week since I was diagnosed with primary breast cancer. The primary bit means the cancer is at a stage where it is either isolated to the breast or at least hasn’t got beyond lymph nodes in the armpit. It means that it’s probably curable. I spent almost a year beingContinue reading “A Secondary chance”
Complaints that teenage asylum seekers and migrants brought to Britain are not in fact under 18 years old betray some unsavoury prejudices. The mistrust of foreigners underlying these complaints is blatant. But is there something else at play as well? Maybe people feel these new arrivals don’t look young enough, but perhaps they don’t lookContinue reading “It’s not just that refugees look too old; it’s that they don’t look destitute enough.”
I can be melodramatic, it’s true, but I am actually getting quite close to scared now. It feels like we’re just a few steps from putting badges on foreigners and loading them onto cattle trucks. Theresa May sending a bus around the streets of Britain in 2013 to tell illegal immigrants to “GO HOME” seemed a low point.Continue reading “Are we nearly scared yet?”
Labour Party Conference 2016 had the potential to be a miserable affair for moderates but I feel energised and excited about what lies ahead. We’re all a bit bruised after the second leadership contest. Some of us are angry and confused. Moderates have heard, over and over again, that if we don’t like the currentContinue reading “Now is the best time to be a moderate in the Labour Party.”
I was going to start a new blog today. I started the page and everything and took a couple of pictures but then I started writing it and decided it was crap. It was preachy and dull. It was meant to be about my passion for vegetable boxes and buying meat by the half animal.Continue reading “Oh wow! That’s so Tumblr!”
Originally posted on Rachel Dalton Writes:
With you out of the house for now, Tethered to a narrow bed by a needle in the hand, I Lean in doorways, wondering: how Do you always fix the boiler? By what logic do you decide Where all of our furniture goes, And where do you keep tomorrows?…
I wrote an article for our local paper all about my experience of breast cancer and what not. You can read it here.
Since I last blogged I have got used to not being chemically poisoned (at least directly) every 3 weeks and undergone major surgery. It became clear that whilst the chemo had done the trick in shrinking the tumour in my breast and lymph nodes a mastectomy was still going to be the wisest option. IContinue reading “The best way to make sure they don’t chop off the wrong tit is to use a magic marker.”
I haven’t written here for a while as the most recent chemo cycles have been pretty tough and I have been admitted to hospital twice. Today though is my final chemo in my treatment plan. I have made cupcakes to say thank you to the staff on the chemo unit and I don’t doubt thereContinue reading “The end of the beginning, nearly.”
One Woman’s Verses vs Cancer.