Tuesday, 23 February 2016


I've been having scans every three months, then six months, then extended to eight months since first diagnosis. Real life trundles on, in my case the continued attempts at rebuilding some kind of new normal, and about a month or so before a scheduled scan, normal is thrown up in the air again..I approach it with a bit of a learned, spoilt brat attitude... slowly simmering as I approach Victoria on the 185 and becoming more omnipotent as I hop onto the tube, my ipod blasting, to South Kensington.

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