​If January was about surviving, early February was about endurance. Things weren’t getting better yet. That’s the part people dislike hearing. There was no cinematic
​When I was told I had stage IV oesophageal adenocarcinoma, my kids named the tumour Dave. Black humour helps when life gets sharp. What helped
Mimi and Fiona from Heartburn Cancer UK got in touch with an offer that was both generous and quietly bold. They’ve been working with venues
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
​By mid-January, my body felt completely unfamiliar. Pain, neuropathy, nausea, swallowing problems, cold sensitivity, and fatigue all fought for attention like competitors in a misery
​Part A If December marked the moment the plan entered my bloodstream, January was when reality hit back. Hard. It came at me from every
