Laughing at cancer
At 42 with a promising career, two beautiful boys and a childhoodsweetheart husband, life was going pretty well. Ever since a parting gift of a giardia parasite from a family holiday in Thailand, I’d grown used to the occasional sight of blood and mucus in my stools and found it more annoying than alarming. A stool test around 12 months ago had returned normal, so my naturopath thought I’d probably picked up another parasite. What else could it have been? Yet when I stared back at myself in
