Hey there, and welcome to My World My Life , my little corner of the internet. After what felt like an endless process, I’ve finally moved all my old blog posts from their outdated home to this fresh new space. It wasn’t easy, balancing this with treatment, work, and family life, but with a little help from my family, I made sure every post made it over intact. No missing entries, no broken links (because let’s be honest, that totally would have happened). Now that everything is in place, I couldn’t be more excited for what’s ahead. This blog isn’t just about sharing my journey; it’s about creating a space where we can connect, support one another, and navigate life’s unexpected twists together. One of those twists came in the form of breast cancer. One moment, I was going about my usual routine, and the next, I was sitting in a doctor’s office, hearing words that didn’t feel real. In an instant, my world flipped upside down. My days became a whirlwind of appointments, treatments, and ...
There’s this little side effect of chemotherapy that no one really warns you about. It’s not the nausea, or the bone-deep fatigue, or even losing your hair... people at least prepare you for those. It's the brain fog or as I like to call it: the brain farts. It feels like my brain’s running on dodgy WiFi. Some days, the signal is strong and clear, I can think straight, string sentences together, feel sharp again. Other days, it’s like everything is buffering mid-thought, mid-sentence, mid-task. One minute I’m totally capable, the next I’m wondering if my brain is actively sabotaging me on purpose. Take the time I tried to organize a fun night out at the cinema with my girlfriends. I booked the tickets online, feeling very “on top of life.” Halfway there, it hit me: Brighton doesn’t even have a Vue cinema. I’d booked us tickets for London. Cue me, standing on the pavement, staring at my phone like: Really? Again? Or the time I was invited to speak at a cancer conference in Londo...