Fight like a girl!

The last seven days have been the most sobering reminder yet of just how much can change in a week. Since my last update I'm pleased t...

It's been twelve days since I went under the knife and I'm happy to report that all appears to be well. We arrived at the hospital f...

Well tomorrow is the big day. I've spent the evening playing the human canvas as Professor Malata sketched out his plans for tomor...

Two years ago today, a rancid collection of tumorous cells were dividing at a rate of knots and attacking my lymphatic system as Nathan and...

Please forgive the "Schrodinger’s cat" title and my inexcusable tardiness for which I will, as always, attempt to make an excuse. ...

I'm not exactly sure how to start this post, it's been a whirlwind month to say the least made up of some exhilarating and debilitat...

This time last year, I was wallowing in a pit of Docetaxel and struggling to see any way out. My hair was gone, my nails were star...