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Hello. If you are new to this blog, please read “Damned If You Do”. This is where both my blogging and my breast cancer stories started.
After that, my posts start with the most recent immediately below on the left. Happy reading.

A mammogram may break your bones

Sounds unlikely? Read on — This Autumn – a full two years and more since breast cancer treatment – has been assessment time for me. For the last six weeks or so, I have been off both my injections and my pills in order that my natural hormonal status can be checked. Having had the … Continue reading

What I saw at the gym

I don’t usually see daytime TV, but it was on at the gym when I was there this morning, and I caught some of the ITV “Breastmates” campaign (= team up with friends and remind each other to do breast checks). I was dismayed. Of course we should do self-examinations – can’t argue with that. … Continue reading

Laura J Esserman, you’re singing my tune

In breast cancer awareness month, too many people are clicking on my post of Oct 2013 about “No Bra Day” , hoping (I assume) to see something salacious (but – ha! – I have made the picture very small). Instead, I urge readers to go to the link below for an inspirational article about a … Continue reading

In his pomp

I went to a memorial service in London on Saturday. The person whose life was celebrated was the erstwhile vicar of the church I attended in the 1980s, and that’s where the service was held (and this is the post I set out to write). We met to honour the memory of T, but the … Continue reading

Not the post I set out to write

This is a honed version of the post I put up yesterday, and then took down. I went to a memorial service in London on Saturday. The person whose life was celebrated was the erstwhile vicar of the church I attended in the 1980s, and that’s where the service was held. The order of service … Continue reading

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Today I got the feedback on my MA dissertation, which I submitted three weeks ago, and spent a good part of the early summer writing (it was torture). My tutor kindly headed her email as “Excellent dissertation”, so I knew it was OK from the off, and I made myself read the feedback comments from … Continue reading