Hi everyone. This is Beth’s mum and I’m writing on behalf of Beth to let you know what’s been going on. She doped up to the eyeballs on opiates and is pretty incoherent. She has asked me to pen something to fill you in on the last few months.
This is the only blog post I have ever cried at, both writing and reading. It does not get any easier to read through each time, and I must have read through it at least a hundred times by now. It is difficult to believe Jade has gone, and before all this it would have…read more
As my lovely mummy said in her post a few days ago, September is Childhood Cancer Awareness Month. I have been woefully silent for a few months, but it is extra woeful (no idea if that makes sense? Right now it is too late for words and meds are taking effect!!) to be silent now we…read more
On June 24th 2015, life changed as we knew it. That was our very own D day- diagnosis day. The day the world came crashing down, the day our lives changed, the day I changed. Beth’s sarcoma brought feelings and emotions into our lives that no family should have to endure. Watching your child, your…read more
Over the past twelve weeks I have been going from strength to strength. I have not posted on this blog for a ridiculousy long time, and I am sorry for that. The good thing, however, is that whereas my absence is normally a sign of me being unwell and feeling super crappy, now it is…read more
Apart from this introduction, I actually wrote this blog entry quite a while ago, but could not get it up when I wanted to, when I was still in hospital. I’m so much stronger now and am finally getting back to doing things that seem normal, which is just the best feeling. It has,…read more
This post is a repeat of what I posted on Facebook on Wednesday, for those of you who do not like the Tumour Has It Facebook page. Apologies for not posting it on here sooner…. I’ve been pretty silent since my last blog, despite promising to write more often. Unfortunately it is because things have…read more
On Saturday I was discharged from UCLH, after spending a total of nearly six weeks in hospital. This was, without a doubt, the most traumatic admission of them all, in many ways equalling my three week stay in Stanmore when I had my spinal surgery.