I’m in a gang. I’ve never been in a gang before. Well actually that’s not entirely true.
When I was 9 my friends and I bullied a kid who was being mean to us… We flicked horse shit on sticks at him until he retreated… I feel bad about that now… Kind of.
There’s four of us in this gang and we all have something in common. We’re badass brain tumour survivors.
Names have been changed to protect the identities of these goddesses. So hence forth we are referred to as: Aphrodite, Venus, Inanna and Aurora.
If you don’t know the meaning of these names you were obvs snogging/smoking in the bike sheds during mythology lessons at school. (I was anyway).
Our gang’s named The Love Honeys… Appropriate as we’re fucking cancer and Lovehoney is an online sex shop.
To know there are other people out there who feel exactly the same way as you is mind glowingly reassuring.
They help you realise that you haven’t actually lost the goddamn plot… Your brain’s just been temporarily fucked because a mother-fucking-platinum-plated cunt has invaded your private headspace.
And in other news…
The Cheshire Kitty Cat has been here taking care of me. And what a fabulous little ball of energy she is.
She cooks, she cleans, she takes the dog on 5-mile runs along the beach… And all before I’ve even got out of bed.
She chauffeurs me around… Even though this is her first time ever driving on the wrong side.
She’s befriended the neighbours by popping in with bottles of English gin and then staying for a few hours to help them polish it off.
She’s chummy with my radiology team to the point where they’ve offered to give her a tour of the 60 ft monster living 4 floors below ground at the proton centre.
She even mixes me cocktails before supper every evening. Last night was a questionable combo of laxative and sparkling wine. The results were rip-roaringly spine chilling.
Kitty keeps telling me that ‘Friends are like fish, they smell after three days.’ She’s been here a week… I keep whiffing her fanny but it smells fine to me.
Sadly she must leave me tonight and like all my other beautiful besties who’ve been taking care of me I will miss her terribly.
Sad to say that my ‘house of ill repute’ might have to close its doors for a few weeks now due to the dreaded potential side effects of radio.
But as long as it doesn’t make me grow another head… Or a penis… I will fight it like a girl!