There are some people who make the world a better place just by being in it. Most of them work in cancer wards.

Both of our ports were scheduled just a few days apart, albeit in different parts of the country. We decided to name them Pinky and Perky.

Everything changes, everything you do from the day of diagnosis onwards, has cancer lurking somewhere in the background.

The thing with me is, I always look ahead, and never look back. I don’t do regret, guilt or what-might-have-beens.

Once you accept that you have cancer, the word ‘cancer’ itself becomes less frightening. I use it a lot, I say it out loud.

Wherever this path takes us, let’s walk it. Even if we walk if with a wince and a somewhat padded undercarriage.

Throughout all of my cancer experience to date, there has been this feeling that my cancer is what is being treated, not me.

I am not ashamed of having cancer. I am not afraid to show you what it does. I want you to know, to understand, to experience it

Spoiler Alert: I've got two cancers!

What resonates are those things that speak to the experiences & values that have shaped our lives. Once you have cancer, all that changes.

Maybe I was naive to think that I could have a fling with cancer and walk away with just a handful of battle scars and bruises

You get a hangnail, you think it’s cancer. You get a headache, it’s cancer. You fart, it’s cancer.

You don’t survive cancer by being brave. You don’t survive cancer by being a warrior, or by being a strong and determined woman.

So I don’t know what else you’ve got up your sleeve for me, life, or whatever the hell it is you are, but you didn't win this one, bitch.

Cancer, although most definitely a wanker, certainly seems to be an equal opportunity wanker.

Oncologists appear to be the potions masters of the cancer wizarding world and being me, I thought it wise to check him out.

It’s what I need right now, it’s where I feel comfortable. So it looks like maybe I am that cancer woman after all.

Thursday has arrived with a pretty bad attitude, spoiling for a fight. Well bring that on, sweetheart, because I’m ready for you.

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Breast cancer surgeons are expert burrowers, and they tunnel along from one site to the next like tiny badgers.