I've lived with cancer for 11 months. Achieved the impossible and went into remission. It's a rare breast cancer at stage 4. I've had covid, sepsis, anemia and a near fatal allergic reaction to my cancer treatment.

Throughout it all I've fought and tried so hard to be positive. But the word positive makes me grit my teeth and clench my fists.

I've just had a mastectomy and ended up back in hospital because of blood loss. It was a "setback" apparently!

Nobody understands. Every single day is a battle and an achievement. It's exhausting. Battling and remaining upbeat and positive for everyone so that I save their feelings and discomfort. They're all pigging out and getting drunk at bank holiday BBQs whilst I lie here in my bed. I've had the customary text.... hope you're ok, so they're off the hook!

I don't know what the future holds. I currently don't have a treatment plan going forward because my rare cancer and even more rare allergic reaction has the so called professionals guessing. 

I'm just feeling sorry for myself and sounding off so forgive the rant and enjoy the bank holiday!!!