Cured

A Tuesday, appropriately. (Tuesday being the day I was formally diagnosed.) Poetic, it strikes me now. But at the time, … More

Let’s love today

Let’s love today, the what we have now, this day, not        today or tomorrow or yesterday, but this passing moment, … More

Influences: ‘The art of Jörn Cann’

I am taking a break from writing brand new blog posts over the summer. Instead of posting new work I … More

Influences: Jörn Cann’s art

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

Then this

I am taking a break from writing brand new blog posts over the summer. Instead of posting new work I … More

This is the day

I am taking a break from writing brand new blog posts over the summer. Instead of posting new work I … More

The cancer World Cup

The ward is a void without him. Football blares in the corner, the monotonous roar of the crowd unleavened by … More

Why aren’t you dead yet?

Jörn Cann wasn’t my friend. He was my doctor. He was famous before we even met him as the doctor … More

Curtains

The room is small, the size of a student bedsit. An enormous grey sofa takes up most of the space. … More