The Book has finally launched.
This is a memoir, written as it happened and as I remember it. It’s not polished into perfect sentences, and it’s not meant to be. If you’re reading this and thinking, he can’t spell, or he swears too much, or why’s he talking about a fart when he’s seriously ill—then good. That means it still sounds like me.
A lot of this book is written in “days” because that’s how my brain started counting time after the diagnosis. Before cancer, you count weeks, months, paydays, birthdays, holidays. After cancer, you count scans, bloods, symptoms, phone calls, waiting rooms, and the quiet moments when you’re trying not to scare the people you love. Some days are long. Some days are short. Some days are funny because if you don’t laugh, you’ll break. Some days are sombre because there’s no joke big enough to cover what’s happening.
I’ve tried to keep this honest. Honest about the fear, the anger, the dark thoughts, the pain, the embarrassment, the gratitude, and the ridiculous bits of normal life that still happen even when your world is falling apart. You’ll see me have a laugh with Tracey one minute and be in bit’s the next. That’s not me being dramatic. That’s just living with it.
To protect people’s privacy, some names and identifying details have been changed. When I talk about doctors, nurses, and services, I’m describing my personal experience at that time—not making claims about anyone’s character, and definitely not trying to slag off the people who’ve kept me going. Most of the time, they’ve been brilliant. When I’m frustrated, it’s because I’m human and I’m writing it as I felt it in that moment.
One more thing: I’m not a doctor, and this isn’t medical advice. It’s my story. If you are living with cancer—or supporting someone who is—please use proper medical support and proper charities. I’m just sharing what I’ve learned the hard way.
If this book makes you laugh, good. If it makes you cry, I get it. If it makes you pick up the phone to someone you love, or stop putting off that appointment, or just think I’m still here—then it’s done what it’s meant to do.
Time is precious. Waste it Wisely.