About Fiona…..


My name is Fiona Leslie – and I have breast cancer. Don’t know if I’ll ever get used to saying that phrase!

I was diagnosed with cancer on November 26, 2013 at the age of 45, and this is a blog to capture my journey through treatment and recovery, keep friends and family up to date with how I’m doing, and to help me remember the lovely people and the funny experiences I’m having along the way.

In June 2014 I learned that my cancer had spread (there are a suspicion this was the case at the outset but wasn’t confirmed until follow-up scans after my initial six rounds of chemo). I have Secondary Breast Cancer in my lungs and spine which cannot be cured.

I’m a PR professional so writing is second nature to me and Fiona Leslie is my work/maiden name. In ‘real’ life I’m Fiona Cross, married to the lovely Ray for 20 years.

When first planning this blog I was going to call it ‘the new normal’ because that’s how I feel about life – I have entered a different universe where life is becoming dominated by hospital appointments and treatment schedules – my new normal way of life. But so many people had got there before me with variations on the theme I realised it wasn’t an original thought at all!

Scribbled in the front of my diary is the following quote which I love, but which has taken on a new meaning recently:

Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass…it’s about learning to dance in the rain.

When a friend, hearing my news, also sent this quote to me I knew this was what to call my blog – it represents my positive outlook, and I might just don my wellies and do it for real over the coming months!



4 thoughts on “About Fiona…..

  1. I found this poem by a lady called Laura Barnes:

    I am not a victim of breast cancer. I am experiencing breast cancer.
    I am not dying. I am living.
    I am not curing. I am healing and restoring.
    I am not fearing. I am loving and trusting.
    I am not fighting. I am ceasing all hostility and conflict.
    I am not weak or diminished. I am strong and whole and complete.
    I am not coping or hoping. I am giving and receiving, creating and conceiving.
    I am not crying. I am laughing until the tears run down my leg.
    My body is not my enemy. My body is my loving friend, my gentle guide.
    My life story is not history. My life story is legendary.
    I am not powerless. I am powerful beyond measure.
    I am not a drop in the ocean. I am the ocean in a drop.
    I am not scattered. I am aligned.
    I am not being destroyed. I am building my sacred stature.
    I am not trapped or caged. I am as free as a feathery fledgling.
    My body is not a muddy puddle of despair. My body is a hallowed temple of spirit.
    I am not filled with shadows. I am filled with illuminating light.
    I am not a passive puppet. I am an active advocate and enthusiastic participant.
    I am not tired and bested. I am tied and invested.
    I am not without a voice or meaning or purpose. I am an angelic messenger.
    I am not discarded. I am needed.
    I am not descending, dragging or faltering. I am consistently inspiring and uplifting.
    I am not dwelling in the reflections of the past or the projections of the future. I am joyfully dancing naked in the unfolding mystery of the present moment.
    I am not alone or abandoned. I am infinitely connected by the soft, silky vibrational threads of love.
    I will not forget. I will remember.
    I will not burn out. I will sparkle forever.

    Source: I Am Not A Victim Of Breast Cancer, Inspirational Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/i-am-not-a-victim-of-breast-cancer#ixzz2qft5PTD4
    Family Friend Poems

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