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Inward scream

Posted on 23 May 2018 by Sofia Vougioukalou

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 […]

Breast cancerLife after dischargePhysical changesWorryYoung people

A little bit broken (yet still a beautiful thing)

Posted on 10 April 2018 by Sofia Vougioukalou

  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 […]

Life after dischargeProstate cancerResilience

Love Tree

Posted on 10 April 2018 by Sofia Vougioukalou

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 […]

Breast cancerLife after dischargeResilience

Lotus

Posted on 10 April 2018 by Sofia Vougioukalou

  '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 […]

 

Flower and butterfly

Posted on 4 April 2018 by Sofia Vougioukalou

Wire and Wool

Posted on 4 April 2018 by Sofia Vougioukalou

    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 […]

Acorn cups

Posted on 4 April 2018 by Sofia Vougioukalou

    The acorn cups resonate with me, from the outside they are hard and ugly but those golden cups are the very heart of the tree  - they hold […]

Crystal in a bag

Posted on 3 April 2018 by Sofia Vougioukalou

  '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 […]

Textile

Posted on 28 March 2018 by Sofia Vougioukalou

Driftwood

Posted on 28 March 2018 by Sofia Vougioukalou

    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