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Pathologic is basically a farming sim: feed the earth some blood then harvest the herbs that grow from it! You also have to gather the blood, from cadavers. Sometimes you have to make the cadavers yourself. Me crossdressing in orange sports skirt. Just love wearing it and doing my daily workouts in it. Originally posted by ajz. This one is sooo important. Get it? Aww a shamrock. Not because luck but because love!
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Three, two, one…. Guess your soul belongs to me now. Any good tricks for getting around it? Sure, it was one of those female-only gyms, but the advert in the local paper welcomed all-comers. There was only one catch: Before you could start, you had to pass a stress test. Should be a piece of cake. You arrive at the address Judy from the gym gave you. Oh well, sometimes these private doctors worked from home, right? You make your way up the path and knock on the door. You let yourself in and follow the voice to the back of the house.

Photo credit to the awesomely talented Danny Lowe back in January after my 2nd Chemo. I was so angry at Cancer. But this blog, sharing my story has opened so many doors. I always felt, even if my writing only helps one person who reads this then I have achieved what I set out to do. Life moves on and you forget you even had the C bomb. Still in remission and hanging on to get past that 5 year cancer free milestone. Goodbye Cancer. Hello new life. From London I moved to be with my love Mikey in Brighton, we got married and then moved to Somerset to be near his family, the best place to be whilst he waited for a double lung transplant due to his Cystic Fibrosis. In August this year after waiting over 2 years and 3 false alarms our prayers were finally answered and Mikey had a double lung transplant.

Photo credit to the awesomely talented Danny Lowe back in January after my 2nd Chemo. I was so angry at Cancer. But this blog, sharing my story has opened so many doors. I always felt, even if my writing only helps one person who reads this then I have achieved what I set out to do. Life moves on and you forget you even had the C bomb. Still in remission and hanging on to get past that 5 year cancer free milestone.

Goodbye Cancer. Hello new life. From London I moved to be with my love Mikey in Brighton, we got married and then moved to Somerset to be near his family, the best place to be whilst he waited for a double lung transplant due to his Cystic Fibrosis. In August this year after waiting over 2 years and 3 false alarms our prayers were finally answered and Mikey had a double lung transplant. Cancer taught me that miracles do happen and this next chapter in our lives has shown us again. They get brushed aside without any hesitation.

But as time goes by that wears off. I find myself getting het up over the smallest of things. Like laundry and cleaning and cooking and if my train gets cancelled, I have a full blown balling my eyes out melt down.

The train conductor in Yeovil knows me quite well now. I get grumpy and I swear a lot when really I should be putting things into perspective and reminding myself everyday how lucky I am to be alive. Which I do try to do. Except I have a gorgeous husband and 2 scrummy dogs. In fact I bloody love it. Hanging out with my hubbership and the dogs is pure bliss. So maybe I should view getting stressed over the little things as a gift.

Nature was my saviour throughout my treatment. A 20 minute walk a day with Edward round the pretty little park nearby was my happy medicine. Fresh air, trees, plants, green grass, squirrels and the birds were my daily boost.

I noticed a Hosta… with drops of water on it sparkling in the sun. More beautiful than any diamond. And it suddenly hit me. Plants have always been my thing in the background whilst growing up. I have my parents love of gardening to thank for that. My old housemates will vouch for me, there was always something growing on our balcony and roof terrace.

In fact I even scrambled across the roof to plant more flowers for the insects and Bees! It brought it back to me. Reconnecting with nature and surrounding myself with flowers and growing my own veg is so incredibly healing. This September I started a Diploma in Social and Therapeutic Horticulture at Coventry University in the hope that I will get a job in this field, helping people suffering from mental and physical illness through the healing powers of plants and nature, one day maybe even starting my own project.

Life is good. Thank you thank you thank you. You all know who you are. I will dip in and out of this blog from time to time. It has been my friend and my lifeline reaching out to all you wonderful people. The internet and Social media can be a dark place but it can also be the most wonderful means of communication and expression.

Go outside and look at the trees. Breath in the fresh air. Our darling Kim who died this week of Breast Cancer. She was A wonderful wife and a doting mother to her 2 young boys. The best BBB there ever was. We will always remember her kind soul. She was the most beautiful person inside and out and we will never ever forget her. Firstly Cancer does not necessarily mean death.

So take a deep breath. Sort your finances and any financial help out ASAP before you start treatment and feel like crap. Contact Macmillan Cancer Support and they will advise you.

I booked an appointment with one of their amazing support workers who was from the Citizens Advice Bureau. She helped me apply for a grant from Macmillan and she also helped me go through my claim for Employment Support Allowance. Talk to your Employer about this too and if you are self employed ask Macmillan. Own your hair or lack of it. Remember it is not forever and think of all the money you save on shampoo and hair products.

But if you are worried about losing your hair fear not. You can opt for a cold cap during Chemo treatments which helps prevent hair loss.

See more info here:. You are also entitled to a free wig on the NHS and a free scarf. I booked my wig appointment at my nearest Macmillan Centre and had a great time trying on all the wigs.

Ask your Chemo unit about the free scarf. I was given a lovely silk Stella McCartney lil number. Peckham high street in South London has the best wig shops in the land. An amazing range and totally affordable. Wig shopping became my new favourite thing. If you do choose to let your hair fall out, I advise getting it chopped off. If you lose your hair learn how to draw on eyebrows. You are shown loads of handy make up tips by professionals, you meet other ladies in a similar situation and you get an awesome bag of free makeup goodies.

See their website here:. She has managed to keep her slow growing cancer in her liver at bay through her healthy plant based alkaline diet. Thanks to her, she set me off on a cancer fighting food journey. To visit her website click here:. Always know you are not alone. There are wonderful online platforms and forums out there to help you with other like minded people 24 hours a day. Listen to it here:. The awesome Lauren Mahon of Girl vs Cancer has a wicked website with everything you want and need to know about Cancer for fierce women.

Check it out here:. Get that pet you always wanted. Hands down the best thing I ever did was get a puppy 3 days after I was diagnosed. Animals are so healing. They bring you joy, cuddles, encourage you to go out and excercise in the fresh air 20 mins walk outside everyday works wonders during treatment and they make you laugh - the best medicine ever. Milk all the incredible Cancer charities out there.

Give them a call and book your introductory session. They will spoil you rotten. Such a wonderful charity:. Use MooGoo skin care on your boobies during radiotherapy.

Binge watch the entire five series of Breaking Bad. He gave me great comfort whilst I was stuck in hospital for 5 days with neutropenia. I think Walt feels an anger that all cancer patients feel at least once during their treatment. Anger is good. Anger is very gooooood. Trust your instincts. Now tell me to F off! Simple things like sending a text, email, card, book, letter, flowers, care package, ditty, picture, mix tape, veg box, knitted hat, organising a henna head party….

Having Cancer is a full time job. But from my experience just knowing my friends cared by the little things they did or sent or said got me through the tough times.



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