I’m feeling angry. It’s a wave and I just have to ride it but boy I’m seeing red. Stupid. Poxy. Cancer.

I’m angry at the enormity of the task in hand.

I’m angry about the fact that I’ll get poorly again.

I’m angry that I’ll have to leave my children.

I’m angry that they’ll have to lose their Mum.

I’m angry at the unfairness of it all.

I’m angry at how people react to the diagnosis. How they disappear.

I’m angry that this afternoon I had a frank conversation with my oldest daughter about planning my funeral.

I’m angry for friends that are going through this too.

Why me? Why us? Why them?