Every time a woman shares - or even just allows herself to feel - her rage, another woman (me, right now) feels she’s been given permission to do the same. Thank you x
Aaargh - I feel your anger in my soul! I too am angry with my kitchen table and it is only me and my husband living here! My oncologist is the same - he seems willfully ignorant ( to be honest, if he was to appear in the paper as a fake doctor I wouldn’t be surprised) He told me that I didn’t need a liver function test because it was a very rare side effect ( well duh -it probably is rare if you don’t test for it!). I got the test.
Thanks Non. We are aligned! The side effects I was referring to in the poem were actually all about liver function. It was very disheartening/ worrying to feel that I knew more about some of the side effects of tamoxifen than the endocrinologist treating me (and who continues to treat me). Hope you’re doing ok 😊
The most exquisite depiction of anger. You had me at the wave of shit that spews across the kitchen table like lava. I have one. I feel seen. Thank you.
Thanks Catherine 😀 As part of my job I once had to interview Stacey Solomon for her TV show Sort Your Life Out. I met her at the warehouse where the clutter and ‘stuff’ from a family’s entire home is laid out. It was a revelation. I might have to take the same approach here!
What a great job! Yours and hers. I would love to lay all our crap out in an airplane hanger or two 😁. But sometimes I fear I may be the worst offender. But ssh, I’m in denial 😉.
Thanks Ruth. no need to feel responsible about the revision cards 😂 all I can say is they will be in perfect condition for the next GCSE student who may (not) want to make use of them
Oh I love this… I’m permanently raging so I can relate. You have every right to be angry Tess. At the risk of inflaming you more, don’t let it go… tell your family to get their crap off the kitchen table. Now. I’m surprised many women don’t just burn their houses down and when asked why reply ‘I told you to move your crap!’.
Really love that you have tapped into your rage. I use mine like fuel. I will go further than when I relied on silence and complicity.
I want to restack so much of this… it’s going to be hard to choose my favourite line!
I think my update is my latest post 😂 and your comment about wondering why women don’t just burn their houses down reminded me of the birthday card I’d been sent which I’ve used as one of the pix so thank you for that Rebecca x
Every time a woman shares - or even just allows herself to feel - her rage, another woman (me, right now) feels she’s been given permission to do the same. Thank you x
An incredible piece of writing Tess, I feel your fury in every word. I hope writing it helped release the anger x
Aye' not too shabby
Thanks Adriana 👍
Aaargh - I feel your anger in my soul! I too am angry with my kitchen table and it is only me and my husband living here! My oncologist is the same - he seems willfully ignorant ( to be honest, if he was to appear in the paper as a fake doctor I wouldn’t be surprised) He told me that I didn’t need a liver function test because it was a very rare side effect ( well duh -it probably is rare if you don’t test for it!). I got the test.
Thanks Non. We are aligned! The side effects I was referring to in the poem were actually all about liver function. It was very disheartening/ worrying to feel that I knew more about some of the side effects of tamoxifen than the endocrinologist treating me (and who continues to treat me). Hope you’re doing ok 😊
The most exquisite depiction of anger. You had me at the wave of shit that spews across the kitchen table like lava. I have one. I feel seen. Thank you.
Thanks Catherine 😀 As part of my job I once had to interview Stacey Solomon for her TV show Sort Your Life Out. I met her at the warehouse where the clutter and ‘stuff’ from a family’s entire home is laid out. It was a revelation. I might have to take the same approach here!
What a great job! Yours and hers. I would love to lay all our crap out in an airplane hanger or two 😁. But sometimes I fear I may be the worst offender. But ssh, I’m in denial 😉.
I feel responsible for the unused revision cards ,I dumped them on you. 🌸 you’ve written a very relatable poem I’m glad you’re feeling better X
Thanks Ruth. no need to feel responsible about the revision cards 😂 all I can say is they will be in perfect condition for the next GCSE student who may (not) want to make use of them
Oh I love this… I’m permanently raging so I can relate. You have every right to be angry Tess. At the risk of inflaming you more, don’t let it go… tell your family to get their crap off the kitchen table. Now. I’m surprised many women don’t just burn their houses down and when asked why reply ‘I told you to move your crap!’.
Really love that you have tapped into your rage. I use mine like fuel. I will go further than when I relied on silence and complicity.
I want to restack so much of this… it’s going to be hard to choose my favourite line!
Thanks so much Rebecca. I’m low on energy levels today. Will tackle the clutter confrontation when I’m on feistier form and will report back 😄
I will be awaiting your update Tess. Rest for now. The crap will still be there in the morning 😄
I think my update is my latest post 😂 and your comment about wondering why women don’t just burn their houses down reminded me of the birthday card I’d been sent which I’ve used as one of the pix so thank you for that Rebecca x