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Chapter 10 – Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Ah, the bitter quirks of the big ‘C’: it’s not just the squatter in your body, but its uncanny proclivity for nomadic tendencies. Yes, metastatic ocular melanoma has an infamous soft spot for liver residences, but it’s not shy about venturing...

Chapter 9 – Feelings. Nothing More than Feelings

Life. Now, there’s a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma, if there ever was one. Born into this world, we know nothing. Zilch. Nada. We show up with our DNA (and maybe a soul, if you’re into that sort of thing) and not much else. It’s the...

Chapter 8 – Pluck it Out, and Cast it From Thee

As the clock ticked away, 2020 turned into a blur, morphing seamlessly into 2023. My life began to resemble a repetitive pattern – a dose of acid drops, a little prod here, a flash of the camera there, the shrieking machine, and then the solar glare. The noisy...

Chapter 7 – MRI Time

Returning to the Stoke on Trent Hospital, I was not directed to my regular haunt of sub-wait 6. No, this time, my rendezvous was with a new department, home to the giant mechanical doughnut of destiny – the MRI machine. The ritual started as per usual –...