The Years of Silence & Inconvenience That Could Have Been Time
THIS IS NOT A STORY OF BLAME. IT IS ABOUT HOW WE NORMALISE AND DISMISS SYMPTOMS…
THIS IS NOT A STORY OF BLAME. IT IS ABOUT HOW WE NORMALISE AND DISMISS SYMPTOMS…
If January was about surviving, early February was about endurance. Things weren’t getting better yet. That’s…
When I was told I had stage IV oesophageal adenocarcinoma, my kids named the tumour Dave….
Mimi and Fiona from Heartburn Cancer UK got in touch with an offer that was both…
When cancer hit, my world didn’t just shrink – it sorted. People drifted, people froze, and a few extraordinary humans stepped closer. This is the story of my inner circle – the anchors, the quiet heroes, the people who kept me alive long enough for the science to work. Survival wasn’t a solo act. It was a network, a lifeline, a family built from blood, marriage and unexpected miracles.
By mid-January, my body felt completely unfamiliar. Pain, neuropathy, nausea, swallowing problems, cold sensitivity, and fatigue…
Part A If December marked the moment the plan entered my bloodstream, January was when reality…
December 2024. The plan met the bloodstream. This was the month chemo began, immunotherapy joined the fight, and I learned that “palliative” doesn’t mean surrender. Between the pain, the science, and a gift from my son labelled “superhero medicine,” hope began to take shape again.
When I was told I had Stage IV cancer, I realised one doctor wouldn’t be enough. I needed an alliance – metabolic, integrative, and naturopathic minds working together. This is how I built my A-Team: Dr Hari Kuhan, Amanda King, and Dr Isabella Cooper – three people who helped me turn a prognosis into a plan.
in the lead up to chemo, I bought a car, saw my brothers off and landed up back in hospital. But, I also felt loved and cared for.