…On the loose with the Booze… And Fighting Cancer…
Lover of photography…who also likes a tipple or two… maybe three! Who knows… how many… maybe I’ll just go with the flow….. Read More ……
What can I say?… Early… near mid 60’s woman with a warped sense of humour who is now fighting cancer. I love roses, flowers and chocolates and being treated like a lady… I’m not a feminist at all… And would brag all-day if I got wolf-whistled…even though him indoors says… ‘He’s probably calling his dog back.’ Read More ……
Unfortunately, my poor mum is unable to continue writing this blog at present. She has deteriorated fast and is struggling to communicate verbally, let alone use a phone or laptop. She will be admitted to a hospice in the coming days and will likely be spending her remaining time there. Thank you for the messages…
Since the news on Wednesday, my mind has been awash with various thoughts. Mr A. and my son have been absolutely brilliant. They’ve told me whatever I decide they will respect my wishes. But it is hard thing to talk about. You want to say things and then you break down in tears. Your thoughts…
Fuck you Freddy! Yesterday, was not the day for good news… Deep down inside of me, I knew it wasn’t going to be good. All those doctors who I saw when in hospital, through their half-baked smiles, told me all I needed to know. But you pray and hope they are wrong, but something inside…
Tomorrow at 2.50pm or there abouts I will know my fate! I meet with the breast surgery team and find out my treatment plan hopefully. I am holding on to the fact that the appointment is with the breast surgery team, which means surgery and not just doom and gloom. Mr A. has been so…