Line drawing of a female torso

Lump: a story about breast cancer.

3.5 years ago, when I first got diagnosed with breast cancer my impulse was to try and pin down some of the emotional turmoil I was going through.  I ended up reaching for a pen (ok a keyboard) and I started to write.  Once I started, I couldn’t stop, and the words poured out.  Angry, scared, shocked, confused but most of all I guess, they were honest.  I just wanted to talk to myself and my partner, David, about the blunt reality of what that cancer diagnosis felt like from the inside.  Many, many thousands of words later we discussed making the private more public in the hope that it might help others so, quietly, somewhat covertly, I put it up as a blog, kind of hoping it would never be found.  It was found and the comments from its many readers found a mixed response in me.  I was delighted that my words seemed to hit the mark for so many people whilst at the same time being profoundly sad that so many others were going through similar emotional turbulence for whatever reason in their lives.  I may not have intentionally written for anyone else, but it seemed I had anyway. 

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Ep.52: And finally

Ep.52: And finally

I’m sitting at the breakfast bar in The Byre kitchen. This is where I perch most days to work, the heart of our home. In daylight I can look across to the rusty red of Aldourie Castle the other side of my beloved loch (she’s become my loch over the course of the past year).

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Ep.2: W.C.

Ep.2: W.C.

6 days and 23 hours ago I got cancer.  Well, learned I have cancer, when I got it is a moot point although it is one of the many points I’ve been snagged by over the past week.  When did I change from me Before Cancer (BC) to a me With Cancer (WC)?

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