This year has been kinder than the last. It couldn’t have been otherwise, really, without being farcical. This year didn’t involve any high drama or shocks, just the slow adjustment to the way our lives are, now. And yet, there were still three major surgeries in my immediate family: my double mastectomy and reconstruction in... Continue Reading →

A handful of times, since my cancer diagnosis, a friend has got in touch to say that someone they know has also been diagnosed with breast cancer. A sister’s friend or a cousin or a colleague or a friend’s neighbour. All these young women, touched by the same bad luck as me. Do I have... Continue Reading →