Learning to Drone
A few weeks ago I bought myself a drone. It’s something that I have wanted for such a long time but just could never justify.
A few weeks ago I bought myself a drone. It’s something that I have wanted for such a long time but just could never justify.
Guys. I got some good news. Like excellent news. Champagne worthy news……
“After life” planning shouldn’t just be for people who are sick. As I’m often told by people trying to minimise the severity of my cancer, “we could all get hit by a bus tomorrow” and if you were, would anyone know what you wanted to happen?
During the first lockdown, we booked a stay at a beautiful hotel/restaurant in the Lakes, Askham Hall for the Autumn. We were assuming that travel would be allowed then, and luckily for us, the visit fell in the few months we were still allowed to do things. We’ve been to Askham Hall before, for a one night stay on our way to a party with friends…
Despite the fact that 31 people die every day from metastatic breast cancer, we’re the overlooked, underfunded, poor relation of the breast cancer community. And despite the fact that breast cancer gets ‘celebrated’ for the whole of October, secondary breast cancer only gets one day – October 13th – to shout about it.
A couple of months ago I was offered the chance to have a power port fitted.
Now you might be asking what on earth a power port is, basically it’s a little purple valve that sits under your skin in your chest and connects to the vein in your neck, and it means that I don’t have to be cannulated in the hand any more when I have treatment.