Oh Gosh is a lifestyle blog written by Emma. I share stories about my life with incurable cancer, travels, DIY projects, interior upgrades and inspiration, and plans for future projects alongside snippets of my life and my loves (mostly my dog).
“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?
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.
We might not have been able to head on any foreign adventures this year, but it did mean that we got to take the dogs sailing a couple of times. And because there is nothing better than dogs on boats, here are very few words and lots of photos of the puppies by the sea……
“There seems to be no shame in asking people if they have children, and even asking why they don’t have children, but oddly, there seems to be a taboo in me responding to the question with “I have terminal cancer”, apparently, that makes people feel uncomfortable.” I’ve not blogged for the longest time. (I’m not sure what to say all that much anymore – don’t…
4 years ago today, a 35-year-old version of me, with beautiful long hair and all the energy in the world, sat in a room and listened as a friendly surgeon and a kind nurse told her she had breast cancer. A cancerous lump. A small, treatable, lump. That 4 years ago version of me sat naively, telling herself, that she’d do what the Drs said, to…
