Vita blog

Adding guilt to the cancer sufferer’s burden for the sake of a snappy headline seems to me pretty mean-spirited.
The only certainty when you're living with a secondary cancer diagnosis is uncertainty. At every appointment I've had recently, they've thrown me another curveball.
Cancer has stripped me of the things I thought defined me, and in so doing has reminded me of who I really am and what it is that really matters.
You don’t get used to scanxiety. I know a number of women with secondary breast cancer and there isn’t a single one who doesn’t dread seeing their oncologist for scan results.
Agreeing to go on a trial is a completely personal choice and not the right option for everyone.
After my last post I worried that I might run out of things to talk about. However cancer is a sneaky and unpredictable disease.
It feels like a real slap in the face when drugs that could help control the disease are not available on the NHS.
I’d like to give those people searching for good news something to find. I want people who are feeling as scared as I was to find a story of someone who’s living their life after breast cancer – even the scary rotten-node mega-tumour kind.
In my last blog post I wrote about the soul-sucking fear that follows a breast cancer diagnosis. To continue this theme of fun and light-heartedness, I thought I’d tell you about how my cancer reared its ugly head and my treatment so far.
I know reconstruction isn't for everyone but for me getting a nipple is the icing on the cake. After the constant probes tweaks and scans of treatment it was nice to have a hospital appointment that was purely cosmetic and actually enjoyable.