This started as a blog to rant frustrations in parenting my 2 'adorable' children. It is now my way of dealing with my diagnosis of Bowel Cancer in August 2011 & the subsequent chemotherapy experience. In April 2013, we were blessed with the arrival of Baby Hope and are feeling very lucky. In October 2013, I was diagnosed with peritoneal disease and liver mets, which are inoperable and require aggressive chemotherapy.
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About this Blog
This blog started as an online diary and place for me to rant about annoyances in my family.
However since July it has become a place for me to catalogue and express my views and opinions on the treatment I have recieved following the diagnosis of a potentially cancerous tumor in my bowel.
On 3rd August 2011 I was told that it was cancerous. In April 2012 I was given the all clear.
October 15th 2013 I was diagnosed with peritoneal disease and liver metastases. The cancer was back and this time it is inoperable.
It is a little bit out of date as the NHS doesn't tend to have a WiFi connection in hospital and I can only post when I get home and posts take a while to write.
It is NOT about individuals or the nursing profession. It is about some of the inadequacies in the system and the way the NHS is failing some people.
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Saturday, 12 July 2014
From Mr Knitting - A day of very strong emotions. I was absolutely bowled over to see so many friends, in some cases not seen for years by either Ruth or Myself. Thanks for coming and making the day so special, The Uni friends, the Horsham friends, the Bucks, the Hayllars, the Church friends, the Guiding friends, the Scouting friends, the NCT friends, the Northern Rock friends and the Jungle Tot friends. Plus anyone else who doesn't really fit into one of those boxes. Rest in Peace Ruth, well if you can with that railway line running past the end of the field!
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