Thank you Women’s Health magazine (and hello again WordPress)!
It’s been a very slack six months since I posted anything on this blog, but two things have happened in the last month that have prompted me to reacquaint myself with how to use this blog and write a little note.
The first is that last month marked two years since I had my cancer diagnosis (more on that later) and the second is an enormously generous act that has kind of blown my mind and I would like to share with you.





Since I spread the word re this blog (thank you for stopping by) I have had a few followers come through from the world of WordPress (this blog tool), which got me wondering what other WordPressers write about.

I am very pro procrastinating and spending time online “researching” is an ideal way to burn time. Here are some things that have been taking up far too much of my time lately…
Beyond traditional treatment trial #3: Pause, breath, relax
Goodbye periods, hello hot flushes! Since I have had a hysterectomy I have gone menopausal. FYI “going menopausal” is much more scary (for those around you) than “going postal”. My condition cannot be treated with HRT as it’s too dangerous, so can you imagine the hormonal craziness? And stinky! These days I need deodorant supply in my handbag at all times. Sorry to all the ladies at my gym – I really can’t help it!
Beyond traditional treatment book review #1


Phew! The new year is here and it’s on, like Donkey Kong. Last year I felt that the clock was ticking on my life, so I made an extensive list of resolutions that was exhausting to even look at and I didn’t get anywhere near achieving. This year I am going to keep it simple. My 2012 new year’s resolutions are to:

Life doesn’t stop because you got cancer. Well it does for about 36 hours whilst you wait for your pathology results, but then everything around you just continues as is. Work deadlines still exist, the garbage is still collected on Tuesdays, Christmas still happens. This is a tiny bit surprising because nothing is ever quite the same again. Something shifted in me when I faced the thought of dying. Not immediately, but as my diagnosis got worse. It’s scary, it sucks, but then again, sometimes I can see that it’s not all bad.