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Thanks for the mammaries | the little c

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Me and my unwelcome guest. Thanks for the mammaries. Two years have passed since my first and last mammogram, where I found out that left to their devices, it was extremely likely my breasts were going to kill me. I’ve discovered anniversaries are a time for reflection, assessment and, in my case, getting into a right royal strop. Ted is not an unkind person, but commemorations are not his strong point. So I had come to not expect it of him but what about my friends and family? And then I realised, the c...

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Let them eat cake | the little c

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Me and my unwelcome guest. Let them eat cake. Talking so openly (brazenly? About cancer has, I very much hope, made it a bit easier for others with it to feel understood and those without it to understand what it’s like. So I’m going to talk a bit about the way my relationships and interactions have changed in the last six months. If they’re trivial. So rather than discussing my treatment, how I’m feeling and all that, let’s talk about the Ashes, the weather,. Or the kids. Let’s, please. Nowadays I am ab...

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In like a lion | the little c

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Me and my unwelcome guest. In like a lion. Optimism is marvellous in so many ways. It has helped me a great deal with this whole shit fight and I would choose hope and positivity over the opposite any day of the week. Sometimes, it bites you on the arse. I went into this surgery all swagger and swing and came out dramatically humbled. My expectations, shaped by the surgeon and me only hearing what I wanted to hear, went like this, as quoted from my last post. 8220;You’ll be fine.” Will he? Eventually I&#...

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Good grief | the little c

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Me and my unwelcome guest. To recover, I’m learning, you need to tread a line between being defined by trauma, and ignoring it entirely. I incline towards the latter, preferring to keep on keeping on. At a consultation with an alternate medic, my attention was yanked back to the centre, when in a. I’ve thought a lot about whether to share one particular grief as I’m concerned I’ll upset some of you but hey, this isn’t a pain-free situation so here goes. On my recent trip to Europe (that scores a 9/10 ove...

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Tough tits | the little c

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Me and my unwelcome guest. In the time since my operation my right foob has recovered beautifully. Initially swollen and tender and sore at the stitching site, it has settled down into a relatively squishy, comfortable part of my body which I know I will learn to live with and maybe even love. The scar, under the implant, is present but not obtrusive. The nipple is nerveless but, I’m told, responsive to touch. Well done, right side. A round of applause. One thing I’ve been told is tolerating pain is very...

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Why the little c? | the little c

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Me and my unwelcome guest. Why the little c? Posted in Early days. On 17 July 2013, I went for what I thought would be a routine mammogram – my first. All was proceeding as expected when the operator said “We need to take a closer look at this area.” Suddenly, it wasn’t routine anymore. The atmosphere ramped up as people bustled around carrying films with knitted brows. After a lengthy ultrasound, I sent JP the following message:. Note: JP and I call each other Ted. Next steps for me is a consultation wi...

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Thanks for the mammaries – The Little C

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Thanks for the mammaries. Two years have passed since my first and last mammogram, where I found out that left to their devices, it was extremely likely my breasts were going to kill me. I’ve discovered anniversaries are a time for reflection, assessment and, in my case, getting into a right royal strop. Ted is not an unkind person, but commemorations are not his strong point. So I had come to not expect it of him but what about my friends and family? None of them are exactly bathed in glory! And then I ...

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Why the little c? – The Little C

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Why the little c? On 17 July 2013, I went for what I thought would be a routine mammogram – my first. All was proceeding as expected when the operator said “We need to take a closer look at this area.” Suddenly, it wasn’t routine anymore. The atmosphere ramped up as people bustled around carrying films with knitted brows. After a lengthy ultrasound, I sent JP the following message:. Note: JP and I call each other Ted. Where to find out about a “not really cancer”. 10 Comments on Why the little c? Have em...

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Switcheroo – The Little C

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It’s a far simpler procedure this time around, and while I’ll be under general anaesthetic I’ll be in and out in about an hour and can go home the same day. There will be no drains to manage, no complex pain relief regime and few restrictions to my mobility. I will have to look after the stitches, though, which I didn’t do very well last time. But I’ve learnt my lesson and will take it a bit easier. I held one, my ears were ringing and I was going out of my mind with fear and repulsion. 8220;Yeah, natura...

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In like a lion – The Little C

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In like a lion. Optimism is marvellous in so many ways. It has helped me a great deal with this whole shit fight and I would choose hope and positivity over the opposite any day of the week. Sometimes, it bites you on the arse. I went into this surgery all swagger and swing and came out dramatically humbled. My expectations, shaped by the surgeon and me only hearing what I wanted to hear, went like this, as quoted from my last post. 8220;You’ll be fine.” Will he? So far, so humiliating. Eventually I&#821...