Our new figures show that not only have the numbers of carers increased by a third in the past five years but friends and family are spending around 17 hours a week looking after loved ones. Some carers are even spending 35 hours a week caring - the same as a full time job - and yet many won't have the pay packet to show for it.
Your beloved cats don't come to you on the bed, so I hear. The one called Little Sock does not part from your mother's side. Perhaps they give you space. Perhaps they have started to let you go. Your mother says she is strong, now, but does not know about after... how she will cope. She will be 80 next month. Her only child is dying.
This morning a colleague updated me on the situation of a man called Kevin that we have been in touch with over recent months, whose prostate cancer is terminal and has spread to his bones.
My beautiful son Luke was diagnosed with cancer when he was two-years-old. During his treatment we found we needed extra nappies, to do extra washing, that he needed extra sun cream as his skin was prone to burn easily during chemo.
How things have changed. How was I so sure of myself when I was two, and 28 years later it's the hardest thing in the world for me to 'back myself'? You know, assert my beliefs, my view, to have the courage of my convictions.
There are many connotations around cancer; that it affects old people and middle aged women. That women only really get breast cancer. That teenagers can't get cancer. However seven young people are diagnosed with cancer in the UK every day. That's over 2,500 new cases every year, and these statistics don't include relapses of illness.
The Cancer Drugs Fund was put forward by David Cameron during the 2010 General Election campaign - a tempting olive branch for many cancer patie...
Anyone (myself included) who works with people affected by cancer knows just how serious it can be when we witness its often devastating impact on lives again and again. Perhaps that's why many find it difficult to appreciate the impact of singing as a 'serious' intervention - when you look at a laid-back, smiling and dancing choir of people how can the impact be real?
There is no return to normalcy, simply the reconstruction of a new reality. What's normal anyway? Your world becomes a mosaic constructed with the shattered pieces of the past - gilded and adorned with the silver linings of happy moments collected along the way.
Peer review is regarded by many as an indispensable, if sometimes unwieldy, cog in the science machine. It's what makes science 'go'. But to non-scientists it can seem a bizarre process.
Last year, I was rushed to the hospital a day before Passover, following a difficult chemotherapy session. The side effects became so strong that I needed to go into hospital. I lost a lot of weight, I was completely dehydrated, I had fever, and had incredible pain in my leg.
New research from Macmillan Cancer Support shows that the average British family cannot afford cancer. That was certainly true in my case. I had to make some impossible decisions simply just to keep a roof over our heads.
As a Macmillan Cancer Support Finance Expert, I often speak to families struggling to make ends meet when they're hit with a cancer diagnosis. I've written a list of money saving tips to help you cut costs if you're affected by the disease...
Cancer grief is the sense of loss and bereavement experienced by those affected by cancer (including family and friends). It can start with the diagnosis and does not need a death to feel earth shatteringly real.
Our new analysis shows that the average British family simply cannot afford to get cancer. Having the disease costs 4 in 5 patients an average of £570 per month. This is a combination of incurring extra costs such as travel to hospital or increased heating bills, as well as losing income if they are too ill to work.
Today, my friend revealed to me that her breast cancer had metastasised to her spine and pelvis. I felt like I had been thrown off a cliff, yet I was standing. I wanted to turn back time, but is that resilience? I wanted to scream and cry but I had promised my six year old daughter to practice her dance moves. 'Mummy, let's start dancing', she said. But how could I?