My journey beyond the cancer seas. I remembered to stop. I remembered to just put it all down. Im having a still moment this afternoon, I didn’t turn up to meetings or make the calls I needed to. Its just me and the cat on the blanket at the back…

My journey beyond the cancer seas. I finally got it today. Its taken me the past few weeks to untangle and get back in front of the page to write this blog. Again! Yes, again. I wrote the original blog post and it fell into the abyss of the lost…

My journey beyond the cancer seas. I’m sat in the library at the centre for peace and health on Holy Isle. The final stragglers of the Volunteer week gather outside the window, all gazing over the sea to Aaron and mulling on the week over tea and laughter. I'm here…

My journey beyond the cancer seas. Busy got busy. I saw her go out through the kitchen door to do her many things. I coaxed her with the snow that had landed light and melting in the cold morning. There was just enough magic to capture her, and she turned…

My journey beyond the cancer seas. It’s taken a good few hours and the kind ministrations of a dear friend to finally be able to breathe out a long sigh of relief. I thought I was going in for a follow up scan today, to then have a week wait…

My journey beyond? the cancer seas. Maybe it’s a positive thing. Maybe it’s not all doom and gloom. Perhaps there is a vein of gold in this most recent call to have another scan, as the yearly MRI revealed something that needs another look. Maybe it’s just scar tissue. Funny…

My journey beyond the cancer seas. Something about the making of my bed really works for me in the morning. The acknowledgement of closing the door on sleep as the diurnal rhythms dictate my foray into the day, soothes me. Straightening the duvet, fluffing the pillow, shaking out and laying…

My life beyond the cancer seas Here is a woman. As the light shines in through the kitchen window she wipes away the tears, her head is bowed, her arms across her middle. She holds herself thus for a few minutes, letting the tears come, watching them drop into the…

My journey beyond the cancer seas. Do you ever have a sense of internal freeze. A slow motion moment of seeing the bullets of your thoughts ricochet around your skull? As if you are starring in your own western version of the good, the bad and the ugly? Which thought…