“So how are you, Tanya?” Dr Stein says, pen poised above the paper. This is his current folder of my notes. He must have hundreds of these folders, dating back over the last seventeen years. “Well, my mood is still low,” I say. “But I’m doing what I have to do: work, the blog, exercise. […]
“I think that I just don’t want to know if the cancer is spreading and a blow-by-blow account of its wanderings,” I say to Dr Stein. “I quite understand that,” he says. “You know: I’m aware that it’s in my lungs now and…well, I don’t want to know its further movements,” I say. “You’re within […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 