Welcome to Cancer: A Ride on the C-Train

This blog started as a lifeline—a way to hold on to myself when everything else felt like it was slipping. Writing became a ritual, something steady to reach for when the chemo fog crept in or the fear got loud. It’s part therapy, part logbook, and part quiet rebellion against the things cancer tries to take from you.

Some days, it’s a way to track what my body’s doing—subtle signs, like fingers fumbling over buttons, hinting at things I’m not ready to face. Other days, it’s about making meaning from the mess, stitching words together when the world doesn’t make sense.

This version of the blog is a bit of a reboot. Same story, just told a little clearer. The original content is still here, just reshaped—better organised, easier to follow, and more reflective of where I’m at now.

This space isn’t polished or perfect, and it’s definitely not a highlight reel. It’s honest. It’s human. And if you're reading this—whether you're walking a similar path or just reaching in from the edges—you're already part of it.

So stay, read, shout if you need to.

We’re in this together.