I’ve never been short of male attention. Pre-cancer I was a blue-eyed blonde, and a UK size 16, which despite what the fashion industry would have us all believe is quite a popular way to be. (One of my favourite compliments ever was being likened to Philip Larkin’s “bosomy rose with fur gloves on,” although [...]
You can’t dance with cancer without knowing a bit about Lance Armstrong (especially if your Dad and your brother are keen cyclists). So for the last eight months or so I’ve been paying attention to what his charity Livestrong is up to. It’s all good, as far as I can see. I follow @lancearmstrong and [...]
My last post led to an outpouring of support from friends and strangers. Thank you all.
If I can sum up the thrust of the advice, it seems to be:
‘You’ve had a difficult time. Any number of things could be making you blue. This too will pass. Look after yourself.’
So I am trying not to [...]