The new beginning...

Here I am beginning my new chemo treatment. Look how lovely and toxic and pink it is. It's been two days now and I'm feeling awful, so hopefully it's working.

It hasn't been a good week....

My cancer is back. It seems unbelievable that it could return in measurable tumour form in less than seven weeks... but there you are, it has. And while it's not The End, it's the end of a future where everything is going to be alright. I can't be cured, from now on I'm to be managed. For a Virgo with a fiercely independent streak, this is galling on every possible level.

Wig watch

I took Danni out for a test drive on the weekend. I don't think there is any doubt that she passes. Whether Danni and I together pass as me is debatable, but for anyone who didn't know me I was effective human wallpaper to their day.

How do I look?

Had a bit of a wobble this morning.

How to post a comment

Dear Danni,

All my friends and family are technologically hopeless and/or too suspicious of the internet to post a comment. Only my cervix and Bee (I did it for her) have managed so far. You look so sensible and able to multi task. Please help!

Meet Danni

Well... what do you think?

What happens on a chemo ward?

Friends have asked me what actually happens on a chemo ward. Given that this is exactly the kind of information I was seeking before I became a patient on the medical day unit at the Royal Marsden, I thought I'd write down my day on the ward.

Good luck everyone!

Not too hard now

Want someone on your side, a cheerleader in your corner?


Why not rub my head (left) for luck!

Okay, so you're thinking... what is this faddish new age rubbish? Well, ha! Listen up.

When real estate agent and friend Suzie D phoned me on Sunday evening and found out that B had shaved off my disappearing hair, she wanted to rub my bald head but couldn't be bothered driving over - you know how it goes. Nevertheless, the very next day Suzie D set off on a cruise down the Nile with her gorgeous girlfriend Angie. Ask yourself: forward planning and a fabulous holiday deal - or good old bald-headed luck??