A few weeks ago, my friend Ziggi told me that she had cancer. I couldn't tell anyone, she wasn't making it public on Facebook or blog yet, but now she has. If you know her, do drop in at her new blog and give her a hug. When she spoke to me, she had started to lose her hair, quite suddenly although not, of course, unexpectedly. I don't think anything prepares you for that: it seems, from a distance, as if it's the trivial part but I have come to believe that it's the thing that knocks you back hardest and brings home to you that you are 'differently' ill from any other time - but it does grow back.
I'm afraid that ovarian cancer tends to be something that you have to live with, rather than be cured from, for a while. Ziggi is young, has two gorgeous daughters, and has dumped a husband who wasn't fit for purpose, so has everything to get better for. She also introduced me to delicious white tea - which is so delicate that you mustn't make it with boiling water - and made actual scones, with jam and clotted cream, so counts as a best friend. I look forward to seeing her on my next visit South-West - shall I make the scones next time, Zig?