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Author Vanessa Lafaye: Living while Dying

See Vanessa’ latest blog below.


I have just learned that the breast cancer which spread to my brain and bones last year has now taken up residence in my lung and liver.  I have had a lot of treatment since my first diagnosis in 2009, and more will follow.  Although the medics have done their best, we can’t say that it’s been a raging success. But I am still here.

And I’m not ready to go, may never be ready, even when it’s time. Nevertheless, this latest news forces me to engage with my death as a real, tangible event, much sooner than I ever expected:  big, scary, and way too close. 

I am not a religious person.  I have no comforting beliefs, no faith to fall back on, nothing to ease the overwhelming, gut-curdling terror of staring into total, unending darkness.  I am a writer.  The one thing I know how to do is communicate with words.

So I’m going to write a diary, like the Bridget Jones of Death, to chart my progress from here until the end of all that is me.  I’ve been inspired by others’ blogs like this in the recent past, because it accomplishes two important things:  it helps the writer to express their thoughts with total frankness, without worrying about upsetting or offending people; and it informs those who are dying, or are caring for someone at the end of their life.

I’ve called it Living While Dying because I’m in the surreal situation of thinking about death every minute of every day, yet trying to live every day to the full.  It makes for some utterly bizarre juxtapositions – like going on a spa break with my oldest friend, to brief her on my Advance Directive (death plan).

There will be profanity.  There will be bodily fluids and other disgusting stuff.  I’m not holding anything back because there is no point in that.  If any of this bothers you, then fuck off and look at pictures of food on Instagram.  If not, then please come with me, stay with me.  Share your stories in the comments. I’d really like to have your company.

So here we go…

Cancer: Metastatic breast
Disease stage: 4, terminal
Type: Triple negative (does not respond to hormone therapy or Herceptin)

2009 – 16 Three breast tumours (2009, 2914, 2016), 1 lumpectomy, 2 mastectomies; 2 courses of chemo; 1 course of radiotherapy
2016 Brain tumour, surgery, radiation to treat 6 more tumours; bone lesion
2016-17  Third course of chemo, scans all clear, chemo stopped
May 2017 3 new brain tumours, treated with radiation; take new drug hoping to prevent any more; infected lymph node collapses left lung
July 2017 Radiotherapy to lymph node, lung re-inflated
Aug 2017 3 new tumours in liver, 2 in lung; chemo started again


Part 1: A stalker, not a battle

Part 2: Embrace the suck

Part 3: Here We Go

Part 4: The Power of Love

Part 5: What (Not) to Say

Part 6: A Conversation with My Stalker

Part 7: Fucking Pinktober

Part 8: A Dilemma

Part 9: Restoration

That River in Egypt

Part 10: Pain Week


Vanessa Lafaye
Author based in Marlborough


Summertime (Richard & Judy Book Club hit)
At First Light


  1. Liz Bell

    Dear Vanessa.

    I happened across your blog in Penny Post, and just wanted to say that it really struck a chord with me. My brother lived with prostate cancer for about 5 years until he died in 2016. Everything that you have said is just the sort of thing that he said and had to deal with. But recognising his probable death meant that he focused on making the most of every second and having the loving conversations with family that I will never forget. We realised that had my brother in law died of his heart attack (he was saved by modern surgery) he would have had no opportunity to do the same.

    Really hope things work out well for you.

    Best wishes

    Liz B

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