No Growth.

There's a lot of counting down when you're having long term treatment. Life is sort of lived in chunks. It's all about getting through one chunk, ticking it off, and moving on.

The great thing about having a gathering as an antidote to pre MRI scan angst is that you might have so much fun that you forget to update on the actual scan news. Sorry about that.

I can't even claim to have been waiting a couple of weeks for results which whilst not at all uncommon simply isn't the case. My oncologist was looking at the scans on a computer by the time I had my cannula out. The official feedback was given at my scheduled appointment the following morning. But still, what a service!

The news was good. As good as it can get at this stage in treatment. There is certainty that the tumour hasn't grown at all, and we are all so pleased about that. Possibly some shrinkage too, but things were less clear on that front. If it had been acceptable for my consultant to whoop he would've done. Instead there was a pat on the shoulder and a shake of the hand.

Celebrations about the news were naturally small scale. Over WhatsApp and in between naps, given that my second cycle in this round of chemo started the following morning.

And so it's on with this chunk, on with physio. Let's hope that future scans are as positive and efficient as this one. It's certainly the one to beat.


Red can be difficult to wear. It can be Christmassy, or a bit soviet. Therefore, choosing to buy a very red jacket from Zara as my one purchase this month was brave. But like new school shoes from Clarks that you wore straight home (the ‘old’ shoes in the new shoe box) I wore this as soon as I possibly could. And I love it.

Maybe it’s the sleeves?  They feel so fun and optimistic. I never knew I wanted optimistic sleeves, but now I know I do.

Sar x