I remember my first day at Goldsmiths in 2007, officially registering for the Masters in Journalism I had decided to pursue as I neared the end of my chemotherapy course. I’d almost forgotten I was still on chemotherapy: a measly pill of a low dose could have been my daily vitamins. My hair had grown … Continue reading The cancer look – or, why I have a beard
Day +362: You’re only one twice
Everything's relative, and it's fascinating to compare the 101 days that have flown by since I last posted here to the critical first 100 days after my bone marrow transplant – which took place just under a year ago. Life's been turned inside out and upside down, but somehow we've bundled through it all and come out blinking at … Continue reading Day +362: You’re only one twice
Day +5: Ups and downs
It's been a tougher day in many ways, but there have been some great moments, too... First of all – wonderful Jimmi Jamms from the lovely people at sustainable charity AfriKids, which inspired and guided Mariacristina when she spent six months as an intern there back in 2009. The pyjamas, produced by tailors and seamstresses in the … Continue reading Day +5: Ups and downs