Having most cancers is a bit like having a child. Bear with me, it truly is. Coming house from hospital clutching a bag of medication and struggling to recollect when to take all of them; casserole dishes of meals from native associates left on the doorstep; considerate playing cards from these additional away; sleepless nights; infinite recommendation from strangers, a few of which is extremely helpful, a few of which… isn’t.
And when you might have most cancers (or a child), you all of a sudden realise that there’s a complete world of books, podcasts and Instagram accounts about which you had been solely vaguely conscious earlier than, since that they had no relevance to your previous life. And, just like the keen-bean new mum that I used to be six years in the past, I’m devouring all the knowledge I can.