It’s been a while since I last posted, and the time seems to of passed so quickly. I really want to learn to stop living from scan to scan and appointment to appointment, but that seems to be taking a lot of practice! The past few weeks have been a swirl of scans, ultrasounds, and conversations that sting and also, leave me reflective. The radiographer pressed the ultrasound scanner against my thigh, trying to decide: cyst, or tumour? “It looks different, but it has shadowing like your neck...

Here’s the thing. ... my story isn’t written in black & white medical notes. Doctors talk in probabilities, averages, clinical...

This past week has felt like standing on shifting ground. Again. But I suppose it always feels like this when i've had scans and we are...