You may have noticed that I have not been writing much recently. This is not because I suddenly decided that I hate writing; far from it. However, for the remainder of this month, my posts may be few and far between.

October happens to be Breast Cancer Awareness Month (or, to use its rather clumsy name “Pinktober”). Everything is smothered in pink (I would like to see a building in Kingston lit up pink, but I suppose it’s a bit late now).

As you may know by now, I was diagnosed with breast cancer just as summer was starting. After surgery in July, I am now well advanced in my journey and have reached what I trust and hope will be the final stage of my breast cancer journey: three weeks of radiation treatment. It is a daily appointment with a huge, ponderous machine which clicks, and whirs, and buzzes…