Robert Anderson
My life story of my cancer journey from watching my mum go through breast cancer when I was 4 years old, to getting my own cancer diagnosis in my 40s
My mum died at the age of 27. As of this date my son is 21. I can’t get my head wrapped around that
This will be a story of HOPE, of highs and lows and must of all, having the strength to take cancer on and fight it every step of the way, with the love & support of my family & friends.
Will this story end in my death…. ABSOLUTELY NOT!
Why Popcorn - if you stay long enough - it will make sense 😳
First tablet day & crazy Christmas jumper
It ain’t over yet
Nothing is simple grrrr
Tried my own pain management experiment 😳
And this is what I mean about NEVER GIVING UP!
Should the word Terminal ever be used 🤔
Tomorrow I meet Dr Nemesis
My Mum’s my Power
Why is a diagnosis so important? Things change 🤔
Now I’m F’ked off
Friends
Neopathy is a pain in the arse
Still buzzing
Rob’s BACK BABY
The tale of two doctors
Should you have a Portacath or a PICC line
The story is now up to date. Everything after this will be as it happens
Thinking back - I’m pissed off
Sorry what? Say that Again
I get knocked down… BUT I GET UP AGAIN!
WHAT £15… to check my ears? Nob off
Guess what…I can take the tablets…who knew😂
I’m back Dr. 3 month boy. I didn’t die ! (Still have a sore mouth)
From bad to worse to “well you gotta laugh”
NEVER GIVE UP (sorry about my speech, still waiting on meds)
The night we told the kids “Dads Terminal”
In the darkest of light, there is always HOPE!
The doctor that didn’t care about me! It’s all over😔