One in ten or 600 or 1% – why statistics matter when they’re people

Remember UB40s 1981 classic, One in Ten? Just listened to it again. What brilliant lyrics. As we approach another general election I’m not sure how relevant the statistic 1-in10 still is to all the examples they give, but the words are more relevant than ever. ‘I’m a cancer ridden spectre…’ I purposefully named this blog post after… Continue reading One in ten or 600 or 1% – why statistics matter when they’re people

Purple Rain

It’s all out.  Yesterday the oncologist delivered good news. In a straightforward manner. I wanted to hug him (I didn’t). The margins are clear, the lymph nodes are clear. No more surgery is required. The next stage is radiotherapy and hormone medication. What a relief. The breast cancer nurse – who I get on with because… Continue reading Purple Rain

My Universe

Today – in under 2 hours – I will find out the results. They are back in from whichever lab processed them. I’ll know soon whether I need radiotherapy, a further op and/or chemotherapy. As I’ve said before the waiting is hard. My strategy for dealing with this has been to plan stuff. Enacting that planning… Continue reading My Universe