WIGS FOR HEROES

Coughing... Tossing and turning... Sweating.... Aching back....That was just Thursday night. That night was not easy, and I knew something was wrong. Flash forward to the morning.... it is true when they say 'everything will look better in the morning' and it did...for  while. My husband went to work as usual and I didn't feel as crap as I did the previous night. It got to around 3pm when something didn't seem right again! The coughing had got worse and I felt really tired, like how an Uber driver must feel after a row with a cabbie tired. I called Matt in the afternoon and told him I was going to try and arrange a GP appointment. My temperature was below 38 but my voice was nice and husky.. just like the one Phoebe Buffet craved,  except I didn't lick someones used snot rag, and smelly cat was definitely not responsible. Appointment was booked, but some communication between Matt and my Key worker led me to cancel the appointment and go straight to...

When you get the diagnosis that you have the ''C''' word, or as I like to call it - Evil Edna, it can be life shattering to say the least, for both you and your loved ones. You immediately start to think about the worst possible outcomes, all the distressing scenarios of what might happen to you suddenly begin to spiral out of control in your mind, and you turn to 'Doctor Google' and haunting images begin to take over your life.  Planning what flowers I was going to have at my funeral seemed like the logical thing to do.  It took me about a week or two to digest the diagnosis, the longest 2 weeks of my life, then quickly I had to try to begin the process of  moving forward with a plan. The plan consisted of what I needed to do to keep myself from going insane, and what I HAD to do to both mentally and physically prepare for the next stages. Flash forward to today, two and a half months later, Sunday 30th July 2017, and everyone I know, and now me...