The image in my mind trying to cope with issues in the period after surgery was Edvard Munch's The Scream. It captured my anxiety, the chaos and inner turmoil. However, I didn't have […]
This was inspired by a photograph of a butterfly someone else had taken when it landed next to her, and her observation of how it was broken but still […]
My Gift To You A poem about carers and the (often unrecognised) importance of their role in cancer survivorship. The poem is called My Gift to You-- because friends who care […]
'To me, the cancer journey felt like being in the eye of a storm. Having very little control over what was happening, learning how to hold on, withstand, and […]
I was put under intense pressure at work, my fears, worries and depression got deeper and deeper, and self-doubt and lack of self-worth took hold. I felt trapped - alone […]
'The artistic imagery of the crystal is the real me - my life force, life-energy, spirit, essence, whatever you want to call it - hidden inside the black bag of […]
The 'rotten' light-weight form of this driftwood spoke to me of 'not-knowing if the cancer is there - eating away at my inside'. Mal, prostate cancer survivor