My journey over the cancer seas and beyond.

I’ve always had a macabre fascination with internal body processes. The minutia of how a system works and what constitutes homeostatic balance is of great interest to me. Were it not for my lack of aptitude with science I am sure I…

My journey over the cancer seas and beyond.

I awoke. Same bed, same room. The very same one I awoke in with panic attacks as the memory of hearing the cancer diagnosis flooded into my consciousness. The same room I woke in with numb terror preparing for my mastectomy. The…

Me after my clear MRI news

My journey over the cancer seas and beyond

Drizzly twilight, slopping in welly boots across muddy fields nearby where I am staying. I know these hedges, trees and fields well, I have spent a year traversing them. My cat is picking his way across the waterlogged surface and I find…

My journey over the cancer seas and beyond

My cat is curled up in the far corner under my bed. Or rather under my friend’s bed, in her home. The sanctuary that I have been staying in to travel these cancer lands. He is ok really, just a bit overwhelmed…

My journey over the cancer seas and beyond.

Its been an interesting week for revelation and internal dialogue. As I sit writing I’m not certain if I will post this blog for you all or if it is intended for my own inner musings. When I reach the end I…

My journey over the cancer seas and beyond.

I touched on something with my therapist that stopped me in my tracks. I have been seeing this particular lady since before my diagnosis for the breast cancer. And all she did was remind me of how far I have come in…

My journey over the cancer seas and beyond

I watched crouching low on the damp lawn, at the sharp bright morning sun. Mesmerising leaves twirled and fell to the ground as the breeze gentled in the branches. A rain of leaves, silhouetted against a clear sky, each taking a different…

My journey over and beyond the cancer seas.

I hauled myself up onto the soggy bank and rested with heavy breath under the rusty orange paper leaves of a huge beech. I sat on a mushroom speckled branch and contemplated my self made predicament. A gentle wander in an autumn…

The value of Myrrh and the lonely crow.

My journey over the cancer seas and beyond.

It is the time of the veil. The crossing point between worlds in this pause between the calendar date of the ancient celtic festival of Samhain and its exact astrological degree about a week…

Lys Lily Wild

Journeying through cancer lands and life beyond

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