Lethal Pasty is my story so far — from 16 years living abroad, to coming home, and now taking on cancer with a mix of honesty, dark humour, and custard. This blog is part diary, part survival guide, and part reminder that life rarely goes to plan — but it’s still worth laughing about.

It’s strange to wake up and realise… there’s no hospital trip today: no mask, no chemo chair, no countdown on the fridge. For the first time in months, the day is mine again. Looking back, it’s hard to believe how far this road has stretched six rounds of chemo, thirty radiotherapies, countless blood tests, and more tea than the NHS should legally serve. Somewhere between the cannulas and the nausea, the person I was at the start got stripped away and rebuilt, piece by piece.

🙂 Boring you yet with my cancer saga? Guess what? I still don’t care. Bad hair days Eight chapters in, and if you’re still here, you...

🎸 Whoa, We’re Halfway There… Yes, this one’s late. Sorry about that — last week flattened me, and writing wasn’t happening. But here we...