Now the silences are right

   I am completely torn apart -Rupert Loydell When I first read Raymond Carver’s Fires I loved and understood all of it, … More

This isn’t happening

  Don’t forget, this is inside us every day -Stephen Berg This is not happening. It happened. Past tense. One … More

This is the day

This is the day we go the hospital as usual. We have banter with Jörn and Nadine while they inject … More

Sailing through

Dear Anthony Two cycles down, just six more to go. You are not looking bad, considering. The belligerent doctor who … More

Get out of the house while you can

Dear Ant So you’ve had your first chemotherapy treatment. That first night, when you came home and carried the sick … More

All you have is now

  Dear Ant Isn’t it strange, how quickly you notice your passing from one world into the next? One minute … More

Walking into the light

  We walked into the brunt light, towards the hospital. The air was dry, February-cold. Traffic was going about its … More

On not being grateful for cancer

  An old friend of mine wrote to me the other day, out of the blue, to tell me about … More

Lifesaving Poems: Philip Levine’s ‘Magpiety’

In September 2006 my treatment for non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma came to an end. I was not told I was officially in … More

Lifesaving Poems: Jane Kenyon’s ‘Let Evening Come’

Let Evening Come Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as … More

The art of Jörn Cann

This is Jörn Cann. He was my ward doctor at the haematology unit where I was treated for non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma … More