What We Did When Mummy Got Cancer – childrens book for mums who have radiotherapy

Less than 3 years ago, my oldest best friend was diagnosed with early-stage breast cancer (she’s the one I referred to in my previous post The Colposcopy). Although it was caught early and a less aggressive form, she had the traumatic experience of having a masectomy and a short course of radiotherapy.  And yes, she has two young girls, aged four and six at the time, a husband who commutes from Suffolk to London each day and had just embarked on a new career as a teacher.  Tall call.
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Thankfully, she is now fully recovered and living more than a full life, not only teaching 5 days a week but also doing a Masters in English Lit with the Open University.  In all of this, she has somehow – and I have no idea how – found the time to do a wonderful, wonderful thing: she’s written a children’s book Continue reading

Going for a Colposcopy (or Alice’s Adventures in Hospital land)

My eyes caught sight of the sign. It was hanging at the end of the hospital corridor, a corridor I must have been down several times in the past for various ante-natal appointments. I’d never noticed it until today. I hadn’t even heard of the word until now.

“Coloscopy…, colosalpy… Closocapy… How the heck do I say that?” I muttered to myself. As a person not used to struggling for words (hah!) who was rather proud of her A grade for Latin ‘O’ level, I was slightly embarrassed that I couldn’t pronounce it.

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