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A Trip Down Memory Lane…Fulham (Part 2)

Last August, I took a trip to Fulham. It was the first time I had been to Fulham for many years and I specifically explored the Putney Bridge end of Fulham as that was where I used to live. This August, I returned to Fulham, with my friends Lesley and James, and this time we aimed to explore the Fulham Broadway area. Again a beautiful summer’s day, but my oh my, it has really changed around there…parts of it I didn’t recognise! Be warned…there are a lot of images in this post!


(Images taken with the Olympus E-PL1 and iPad)
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2012: A personal retrospective

“Run when you can, walk when you have to, crawl if you must; just never give up.”
Dean Karnazes

I can’t beat around the bush, it has been a very testing year for me and my family…when I look back on 2012, it is all too easy to remember and dwell on the sad things that have happened…yet good and happy things have happened too, not least the support and kindness of some very special people in my life, who continue to remind me what life is about. So, as I write my little retrospective about this past year, it will touch on some sadness, but it will also remember the happiness.
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Sweaty Betty: the return of the cancer

At the beginning of this year, I was confronted with my biggest fear – a recurrence of breast cancer – the bugger had come back after 9 years from when I was diagnosed with primary cancer in 2003. And it had metastasised…it was now in my axillary nymph nodes (in my arm pit) and possibly my lungs (the lesions are quite tiny in my lungs, so they can’t confirm but they strongly suspect). And they can’t operate, the tumour in the axillary is too close to major blood vessels, and there isn’t enough clearance space. Even if they tried to shrink it with IV chemotherapy, it wouldn’t shrink uniformly and would leave perimeter cells.

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A Trip Down Memory Lane…Fulham (Part 1)

Back in early August, I took a little trip to Fulham. I was actually born near Stonehenge in Wiltshire, but when my dad couldn’t get regular work, we moved to Fulham, into my grandparents’ house in Rigault Road in 1966. Fulham became the place I grew up in, where I went to school (All Saints C of E Primary and Lady Margaret C of E Secondary), fell in love for the first time (okay, a few times) and started off into the world of work (Che Guevara in Putney High Street, Mar-Com in Chiswick, Prontaprint in Fulham Road and Fulham UBO in Wyfold Road). I moved out of Fulham in 1988 and had only visited once in 1997, so my memories of my childhood place were rather faded…although there are some memories that never dull. Accompanying me on this journey was my lovely friend Lesley (we went to school together) with her husband and daughter, all armed with cameras.

We met at Putney Bridge station and were blessed with a beautiful sunny day…

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