The leg is home.

In the early days of Chris’ diagnosis I was very black and white. The leg had to go. It was easy for me to say, it wasn’t my leg, my life. But for me it was simple. If the leg as it was stayed, infested with a tumour taking over, damaging bones, nerves, muscles, trying […]

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I can’t be there

I wasn’t there when Chris was told by our GP he had a tumour. He went to the appointment by himself. If I’m honest I don’t think at that point either of us believed that it would ever be anything really serious. Really life changing. I was at work. He rang me. It was the […]

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Not for his Chicken Legs

I didn’t know how I would react when I first saw him. I knew, rightly or wrongly, that my reaction weighed heavily on him. My initial response would reflect his. As I’d left him, I had been overwhelmed with the realisation of what was about to happen knowing how much he didn’t want it to. […]

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When you realise you must be doing something right

When we found out about Chris’ diagnosis, it was my kids, especially Lily, I thought of first. I knew that regardless of anything else that was going on, I needed to keep things as normal as possible for them. To make sure I was there for bedtime and that they were at home as much […]

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Goodbye Cancer Leg

I wasn’t sure how I’d react when I saw him. Whether I would be shocked, whether I would cry, whether he would cry, whether I would panic. Whether I would be able to keep whatever it was I was feeling off my face so he would stay calm. I’d driven him to the hospital, he’d […]

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