I think I have always been quite a moany person. When I was little I would moan about going to summer camp or after school club. As I got older I moaned about maths and music lessons. Then I started moaning about redundant news stories in prime time spots, the patriarchy and inequality, Brexit, tuition…
Know that feeling of relief when you worry about a worst case scenario but when push comes to shove everything is OK? I do, I had it for about half an hour after my surgery, but that was all. Last week my lovely mum managed to get me to Swansea, operated on and back to…
Continue reading ➞ Good news, bad news & speculation #Periodically 10
"Just wait and see," my mum keeps telling me, anytime I speculate about what exactly is going on with my uterus. For a while it's been a really annoying command. "I need to know now," my brain disputes. But finally, it's not long until the waiting is over and the seeing can begin. This week I…
Continue reading ➞ ‘Wait and see’ – Thoughts before diagnostic laparoscopy #Periodically 9
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