Most of my public thoughts about the EU referendum are on my FB page, but here is our scratch choir singing the European Anthem. I am at the back, wearing blue and gold, and singing alto and bass by turns pour encourager les autres.
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
Link here to an article for which I was interviewed (by phone, no transatlantic trip –). http://www.prevention.com/health/how-breast-cancer-misdiagnosis-effects-women Just yesterday the American Cancer Association issued revised guidelines about screening mammograms, though still advising earlier and more frequent mammograms than are recommended in the UK. However, there seems to be a growing recognition that a woman’s choice … Continue reading
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
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
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
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