This cycle I’ve been knocked around in my fight against cancer, but I hope to finish Phase One a little bruised, a little changed, but still standing.

I’ve been hiding something from Tim this week - nothing scandalous, just a mildly suspicious level of phone secrecy I’m hoping he hasn’t noticed...

An unexpectedly heartwarming story involving scissors, tumours and cereal-box-based athletics...

From scanxiety and surgery plans to tramp stamps and tiny chaos on four legs, Cycle 4 delivers a full rollercoaster of ups and downs.

Turns out even in the middle of a complete shitstorm, tiny glimmers still show up anyway.