Hello, my Fine Fibrous Friends. As so often happens on this page, the story told by the words will likely weave in and out of the story told by the pictures, because different bits of life are best told via different media. At long last, it's done. After several postponements I've had the surgery to even things up bosom-wise post-cancer. (I've always been left-leaning politically, but wasn't keen to match that anatomically.) The surgeon who rocked up super-enthusiastically with his marker Continue Reading
Home
It's good to be home. The NHS has done its wonderful best, and the first surgery went OK, I think, although I can't comment because I wasn't really there. A chunky cancerous lump was ripped from its moorings and taken away to be frowned at, or fed to the crocodiles, or exorcised, or whatever it is that they do with these things. (Look, I'm a clinical psychologist - I don't deal with the physical stuff so I don't know, OK?) I'm home and I have yarn, and I've spent the last few days Continue Reading