Bald Bird: Surviving Breast Cancer by Kaye Howarth (Paperback, 2020) for sale online

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Hi, let me introduce myself, my name is Kaye.It took me ten years to get round to actually face being able to put this book together, having remained roughly typed out, gathering dust under my telly in a black file. It has taken another ten for me to get round to sharing it.This book initially started off as a diary. For me to log small progress, or not, trials and tribulations that this diagnosis brings not only me but my family who also faced this with me. I apologise up front for writing as it comes out. I did consider changing and tightening things up, but I did write this twenty years ago and we change a lot in twenty years, given the chance.Why now do I decide to pull this out and type up now? Well I feel it might be useful for someone who may be just beginning this journey, someone who may be younger and with a family, who may perhaps find some comfort, know that I'm with them through their journey. Each journey is an individual one, but to know someone else has may have felt nearly every emotion you feel may help a little.A letter for BertI find I am beginning to have a relationship with my new lump. My fingers have taken on an obsession.Just like a jealous partner, they keep checking that your there. Of course, you're still there aren't you Bert?! One hopes that as with an old boyfriend who's bugged the crap out of you, has hopefully picked up the vibes that he's not wanted anymore. Has used incentive...and left, gone disappeared, just before the nasty, messy, screaming stage.But you're still here. I shall call you Breast Lump Bert, seeing we are now- so to speak attached through my left breast. Just you know this though Bert, I hate you, and I hate all you've put me through. In a weird way though Bert, you have made me pull my life together, I appreciate the new insight you have gained me into how precious my life is.Never again will I take for granted the sweet smell of my children's skin. The warmth of a hug with my husband, laughing with my mother on the phone, chuckling at naughty jokes emails sent by my best friend Annie, or the human kindness of the people who surround me. So, Bert, it's just you and me, let the battle begin....