“You could put that Madeira in one of your cocktails,” Mum says. “Where is it?” I say, pouring gin, Cointreau and lemon juice into the measuring jug. Am making a White Lady. “In the door of the fridge,” Mum says. Opening the fridge, I take out the tall thin bottle, open it, sniff it. Am […]
“How was it darling?” I text Seb at 2.34pm. The exam started at midday so must be finished by now, I think. “Not too bad, not sure really,” he replies. “Should pass. How are you my lovely?” “Am OK,” I say. The phone rings. It’s Seb. “Hello my darling,” I say. “Hello my lovely,” he […]
“So, it won’t be as bad as last time, will it, since the cancer wasn’t even in the skin on my left side?” I say. Am at the hospital, talking to my radiologist about upcoming radiotherapy. He stares at me. “On the contrary, we didn’t zap all the cancer in your skin on your right […]
“I’m just going to find some clean gym clothes – the purple set – and then when you leave I can go to the gym,” I say to Mum. We’re at the flat. Mum is helping me to change my bed. In fact, Mum is changing my bed and I’m sitting on the floor, watching. […]
“Hey, I haven’t seen you for ages, how are you?” Heather says. My Spin Cycling instructor, my favourite gym instructor. And, also, the one I never see these days as her class is the 9.15am Monday morning Spin. And, most weeks, am at my Office on a Monday morning at that time. “Well the cancer […]
“How are you my love?” Seb’s message comes through yesterday whilst we’re sitting on the plane, on the tarmac, with no prospect of taking off. “You still on holiday? Hope you’re enjoying yourself.” Medal for correct spelling of ‘you’re’. Good boy. “Sorry I’ve not made much contact, been rather lost in work,” he continues. “Still […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 