The first word…

July 24, 2010 at 3:10 am (Uncategorized)

This is a blog about breast cancer – my cancer the surgeon called it as she looked at me earnestly, her hands folded prayer like and her head leaning slightly to the left (I had to try very hard to contain the smirk that was pushing its way onto my mouth. I was sure her next words would be, ‘make it your friend’… As if I wanted anything to do with it!)

Anyway, I thought a blog might be a good way to keep those who are interested up to date with my latest trip along the cancer road as well as provide me with some diversional therapy. I’m going to apologise in advance for any irreverent musings that may take place during these posts. If you think you might be offended by nonsense and off-colour jokes then stop now, go no further because I intend to inject into this experience as much cheek and humour as I possibly can. Surely, it will come as no surprise when I confess to being a little bit scornful of authority. Some might call cancer the ultimate bossy boots so I intend to knock the wind out of its sails by laughing at it a lot. Here I imbue cancer with a personality – of course, it has none. Humour is merely a mechanism I employ when I’m shit scared. (Did I mention I’d be swearing?)

I’ve called this blog, The cancer trip, because everyone calls it a journey and it’s such a hackneyed phrase… and ickily new age. I’ve decided that, if we’re using travel metaphors, the word trip is more befitting my personality. Whoa, what a trip! The word journey implies there are serious lessons about the self to be learned. I think we can also assume dark matter such as cancer could provide good fodder for humour. 

My cancer trip. I think it’ll be bad, I think it’ll be good. There will be hilarity, there will be yelling and some of the time I may even be on the road.

I would like to pay tribute to a person who really is on the road and has been blogging about her cancer at Finding Chemo ( I’d also like to give her credit for her humour and for posting this great number from Joe Jackson.





  1. Sarah Fitzgibbon said,

    Ha! great idea, love it.

  2. Tom Kendall said,

    Wow, you have already given wings to the great writer within, trippy man, peace and love always.

  3. Cal said,

    “When we’re older and full of cancer
    It doesn’t matter now, come on get happy
    ‘Cause nothing lasts forever
    But I will always love you.”

    Harry Nilsson

  4. Kathy said,

    Absolutely love your writing – what flair, what panache – bugger the spelling.
    Love you heaps always.

    • jacinta said,

      What spelling – where? Did I misspell something?

  5. grantio said,

    all sounds good and good to know in the detail you describe. i couldn’t find any spelling mistakes. just a grammr one. i’ll remember to concept check the question about morphine dose, should it be asked. if its free i want to get it right. i had a similar fuzzy post op experience once and missed out completely (I don’t really need it now but can you come back tomorrow – they never came back and I was so much looking forward to it). Do you like the song ‘cancer’? title relevant, lyrics stupid, music ok.

    • jacinta said,

      Oh Lordy, another grammar nazi! Don’t tell me I said ‘I’ instead of ‘me’. I live in fear of making that that error – not to mention the ridicule I face from Don.

      The song… chunky guitar but I can’t comment on the lyrics ’cause I could only make out “Touch me, I’m sick”. Still, it’s a change from all the other ‘be brave, you can beat it, journey’ type songs.

      The morphine thing – I think you’d enjoy a boutique beer more.

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