Tag Archives: anal cancer

Hello.  I’ve been at a Spa.  Excuse the whiff of chocolate.  There are two reasons for this. 1.  I had a chocolate back massage which sounds like something administered at “specialist” clubs in Soho but is actually innocent and quite lovely. … Continue reading →

No it’s no good, still feel like Ripley so I’m back. Exciting times here on the ship home.  Firstly, welcome to the world Charlie Thomas Phillips, my Great Nephew, born on Friday with a huge shock of dark hair and … Continue reading →

I know, back so soon! So, yesterday I had an appointment with my Consultant.  I shaved my legs specially and went to put on my rather fetching denim skirt which to my amazement promptly dropped to the floor when I … Continue reading →

Hello! I’m here underneath the empty Immodium packets! Well it’s been a funny old time since last I blogged.  The thing is about the massive amount of drugs I’ve been on recently and another side effect of the Radiotherapy is … Continue reading →

I’m back! Missed me? I had a surprise stay at The Royal Free all last week as most of you will know. It was pretty scary and I blame myself for gloating on Friday that I was through the worst … Continue reading →

Well I’ve been a bit quiet and I’ve started this one a few times.  What do I say today that won’t gross you out or worry you Constant Reader? So the good news is we’re on the final stretch.  Chemo … Continue reading →

I’ve alluded to this on my Twitter feed and Facebook page but I’m so stunned I feel it needs further comment.  File this under “What the heck are these people thinking?” So, on Wednesday the nice radiotherapist gave me my … Continue reading →

So yesterday was my 15th session of radiotherapy. I hopped onto the bed, positioned myself in exactly the right position (its a particular skill) and made the same old “sooo Meester Bond” quip I always do. The radiologists smiled weakly … Continue reading →

So I was going to do my top ten “foot in mouth” moments and I started it but although I laughed a bit, ultimately it seemed mean.  Some people inherently get it right, some are a little more clumsy.  Their thoughts are … Continue reading →

One of my favourite film scenes ever was always near the climax of Aliens.  Slightly annoyingly screamy moppet Newt is being menaced by the Alien Queen when suddenly “whirr CLUNK” our heroine Ripley appears in her exosuit and, in the tone of … Continue reading →