IN THE BEGINNING

LIFE

Don’t get me wrong, I’m no Philosopher but let’s start by getting one thing straight – life is fucking mental. One minute you’re swept up in a sea of after work cocktails, yoga sessions, cinema dates and picnics in the park, the next thing BAAAM! Something, somewhere decides things need to be spiced up a bit – “Hmmmm, let’s see, you’ve already had a close friend pass away this year. So….. oh I know, I know – CANCER!!”

EARLY DAYS

Hodgkin’s is a funny one in that it’s a slow burner. I work in casting in London and was able to plough through my hectic job for roughly 6 weeks until the symptoms became too much. I’d had a bad back and had been given strong pain killers for it, so I just attributed the symptoms of extreme exhaustion to this. I started fearing social occasions, because I knew I would just be too tired, so I stopped going or started to cancel them. I lost all my strength, I couldn’t even open a jar of Marmite and sometimes found myself crawling up the stairs in my flat (all 6 of them!). My clothes started to hang of me. My jeans that once made me look shapely and peachy now had a good 3 inches of extra material to pull at. People started to comment – “You’ve lost weight”. Had I? Again, as easy as one, two, three I found a reason for it, a justification – I hadn’t been going to the gym much so I’d lost my muscle tone.

And let’s not forget the joy of the night sweats and fevers. It would start with me shivering, to the point that my teeth would chatter. I’d snuggle into my boyfriend and get a hot water bottle (which I later realised is the total wrong thing to do! But ill come onto that). After an hour or so of this I’d suddenly be boiling hot. On a bad night I would need to change my Pyjamas 3 times, as they’d be soaked through with sweat, along with the sheet and duvet.

But even after all this no alarm bells were ringing, never did I once think maybe I have cancer, or even just maybe I’m seriously ill. No, instead I created a story in my mind (granted I have quite an over active imagination) that the shivers were due to anxiety and that I was suffering from depression. Maybe, in some weird, twisted logic that was an easier pill to swallow, who knows…

MELT DOWN

So of course the day came when my body and mind finally gave in. It was a Saturday and I had to go up north to do a casting for a film I was working on. 3 hours there on the train, 3 hours back. Just the thought of it was killing me. To this day I’m not sure how I managed it. I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower, fell into an Uber with wet, unbrushed hair and made my way to Yorkshire. I auditioned 30 people in 2 hours and then had to get straight back on the train. I changed at Doncaster (a place that could send anyone under, let’s be honest) and the shivers started. It was pissing it down, I felt freezing so I grabbed myself a tea. It split out all over my hand as I couldn’t hold it from shivering and suddenly it all hit home. So there I was standing on the platform, in the pissing rain in Doncaster and the tears started pouring uncontrollably. I knew it was time to take my boyfriend’s advice and take a week of work to recoup.

Little did I know that one week would turn into a 6 month battle with cancer. Hindsight eh, funny little thing….

HOSPITAL

On Friday 3rd June I went for a follow up appointment with my GP. He said that I was so ill I needed to be admitted to Bath hospital that day. My blood test results had shown exceedingly high numbers. For inflammation (infection) in the body a normal person should have a number of around 5 for their result, mine was at 220. For white blood cells a normal number would be 4, mine was 17. I was ill, very ill and the funny thing was I still didn’t quite believe it – was I really that ill? I also had an x-ray whilst at Frome hospital which showed some shadowing in the centre of my chest –maybe an obscure fungal infection a Doctor suggested, if only.

So I trekked my way to Bath, got a bed in a corridor in A&E, queued up mainly with old people all waiting for beds too and waited, and waited and waited……

During “the wait” I saw a Doctor. A beautiful, young, blonde, Swedish woman. I was led in my bed and she was leaning right over me, smiling down at me. “So, just to let you know after looking at your blood results and x-ray the first concern at the top of our list to investigate tomorrow is the possibility of you having blood CANCER”. Suddenly It felt like the walls and the sides of my world literally fell away from me, I was falling, all my periphery vision blurred and I was just left staring up at this Doctor, who was still smiling down at me and all I wanted to do was to punch her in the face – STOP FUCKING SMILING.

So day 1, 5 hours in A&E and I had actually already been diagnosed, it just took another 17 days to be officially diagnosed. They know what they’re bloody doing these medical professionals.Finally at 1am I got a bed, on a ward full of old ladies but luckily I got my own private room. I felt pretty VIP, even if the room itself hadn’t been redecorated since the 80s and there was a Granny chair in the shower.

Day 3 in hospital and a consultant came into to tell me that it was looking very likely that I had Hodgkins Lymphoma, a type of cancer. I was going to have to have a CT scan and a biopsy but they were so convinced at this stage I had Hodgkins they offered me leaflets so that I could read up on it. I turned them down, I couldn’t face it.They left the room and I broke down. I have cancer, I have cancer, I have cancer. The words just hung there, floating around in my mind. I didn’t know how to process them.

The next few days in hospital and the emotions I went through have all become a bit of a blur. Thoughts whirred around in my head at 100mph. My first real thought was simply the fragility of life. That no matter how big and confident we feel, we will always be fragile and vulnerable, there is something, somewhere more powerful than us. That was the first biggie to get my head around. Then I started to face my own mortality. Thoughts of my funeral played over and over in my head. How I would want roses placed in my coffin and that I’d be buried wearing that lace vintage dress I’d seen in a shop in Frome. Then the anger came, it surged, it lifted it’s evil head and roared “Why me? What have I done to deserve this? This is so unfair, why me, why me, why me?” This was by fair that hardest part to come to terms with.

But of course you can’t think like this and we all know positive thinking saves the day. So I cried a lot, talked about it all even more and thought to myself fuck this, I’m going to kick cancer up the fucking ass and out of my fucking body. And then Doris Day’s ‘Whatever will be will be’ literally played in my head over and over again for about a week – fucking all I needed. Link below just in case you’d like to hear her dulcet tones.

Whatever will be will be

I surprised myself with how quickly I started to make sense of my fate and the road to acceptance began. I knew that the only way to get through this was to accept, cease all control and hand my trust over to the medical professionals who were to look after me on this long journey. And I will never ever, ever forget for the rest of my life my mum coming in to my hospital room and saying to me ‘I just know you’re going to be okay’. By far the most reassuring sentence in my life to date. So simple, yet so perfect and suddenly I knew I would be, I would be okay.

THE NHS

What a fucking incredible beast it is. Shout out to all the nurses, receptionists, doctors, consultants, healthcare assistants, food servers, anaesthetists, porters, pathologists and every other medical professional who has supported and looked after me– they are all actual real life fucking life savers. As a country we must strive to save our NHS, because take it from me, one day when shit hits the fan it is the biggest saviour you will have.

THE CRACK JUMPER

The worst symptom of Hodgkins for me is the shivering before you have a fever. You’re body is at a normal temperature, but slowly starting to rise. However, instead of feeling hot you feel FREEZING. I start to shake uncontrollably, my whole body tenses up and teeth begin to chatter. What I should be doing is stripping off, opening all the windows and putting on the fan that is literally up in my grill. But no, in a moment of absolute desperation and sheer withdrawal my eyes wildly roam the room for the crack jumper. I find it, and though I know I shouldn’t every inch of my mind and body screams at me to put it on. I can’t resist, I pull it over my head –  ahhhhhhhh sweet Jesus, the relief. Of course the high is short lived, my temperature soars, I have to force myself away from the crack jumper, I have to take it off. Eventually after a mental and physical battle I do, my pain killers kick in and I start to cool. Everything returns to normal. Give it four hours though and I’ll be craving the next hit.

DIAGNOSIS

My diagnosis was a long, hard, frustrating road. It was not straight forward. I met my wonderful Consultant Chris Kinetchli on day 4 of being in hospital. Again he confirmed to me due to my symptoms and my age he was pretty certain I had Hodgkins. But of course to confirm this I needed a scan and a biopsy. So it started with a CT scan. A very strange experience. You basically lye on a very thin bed, get moved through some weird mini tunnel, once inside a man talks over an intercom telling you to breathe deeply, then a nurse came out from a little room and injected me with some dye which literally made me feel hot all over, in particular in my genital area– so yes, I thought for a moment I’d pissed myself and then that was it. CT scan smashed.

My biopsy was definitely a more unpleasant experience. I was still in hospital, and literally given no warning that I was going to have it. They had managed to get me a slot and so wanted to quickly fit me in. I was wheeled down to the ultrasound lab and waited, not knowing what the hell was going to happen. Once inside the radiographer used ultrasound to locate a lymph node located very close to my clavicle. Once he found it he gave me 3 injections of anaesthetic in my neck and the got down to work. He made a small incision in my neck with a scalpel and then using a very large needle, I mean the size of a knitting needle, he prodded around in my neck to find the node. Of course this didn’t hurt, but I could feel his every move, inside my neck. I felt extremely vulnerable and yet at the same time completely trusted this stranger I had only known for 10 minutes. He took the needle out, thank fuck it was over. Oh no, no, no, no I wasn’t getting off that lightly. He did the same procedure again three times and managed to biopsy 2 bits of tissue to be sent to the lab. I said my thanks and got out of that room pretty bloody quickly.

So, on Friday 10th June I went for my consultation to discuss my results and seal my fate. It’s funny how your emotions decide to raise their heads. I was trying to be strong for the day ahead, but in the morning I couldn’t find a clean pair of pants and that was enough to set off the tears. I was scared, I was very scared and more than anything I didn’t want this to be happening to me. It was a sunny Friday, I just wanted to be drinking a pint and having a normal time. But no, off to Bath we went, me, Barry, my Mum and my Dad.

I got to the hospital and rushed to the toilets- which were spotless. As I reached for the loo roll I saw the smallest piece of graffiti “FUCK LIFE” with a frown face drawn below. It felt like some weird sign, in these overly clean toilets it jumped out at me like a big, fat slap in the face. Of course I started to cry, but I stopped myself and lifted my chin and walked out the cubicle, like I hadn’t a care in the world. Five minutes later and the next big wave of emotion came. I have never been on a cancer ward before, so even just having to walk into the waiting room felt like a huge deal. And then of course everyone in there was middle aged or older, I felt people’s eyes burn into me – she’s so young, poor girl, what a shame. I’m sure they probably didn’t pity me at all, they probably didn’t even look or think twice, they all had their own battles to be dealing with. But again it was something I just hadn’t thought about, wasn’t prepared for and it hit me, hard.

Finally I’m called to my consultation. My consultant Chris Kinetchli is the most incredible, intelligent, amazing human FYI. He confirms that he thinks I have Hodgkins, but that my initial biopsy needs to be confirmed by a 3rd Pathologist on Monday. Chris is so sure that this is the right diagnosis for me that he explains in depth the chemo treatment I will receive. But of course as we all know by now, nothing is never smooth, nothing is ever fucking easy in life and come Monday the 3rd Pathologist won’t sign off on my diagnosis due to lack of material. Back to the fucking drawing board…….

As if by some miracle a few days later a lymph node swells up in my neck, so off I head to Bath, for the millionth time in the last month, go under a general and have the whole thing removed. The call comes, and as we’ve known for God knows how long now Chris confirms I have Hodgkins Lymphoma. Clarity, what a beautiful thing, suddenly I feel back in the driver’s seat, I’m feeling positive, desperate for my treatment to start and ready to face this demon full on. I will have a PET scan, to use as a base scan, which highlights all the areas in my body that have cancer cells. Then I will start on a chemo drug combo called ABDV and in 2 months time I will have another PET scan to see how well the treatment is going and how much the cancer is being destroyed. All sounds so straight forward right, so simple.

And then the big fucking shock comes. My PET scan results. Chris calls me to tell me. I have just ordered lunch in a café. I go outside to take the call. “Unfortunately Ariane the cancer is much more aggressive than we initially thought, it has spread to your spleen and your bone marrow and your lungs”. My mind switches off, I cannot fathom what he is saying. I fall onto the pavement, I’m sat there, on the pavement crying, I have no concept of who is around me or what is going on. I do not care. “It’s not a complete disaster Ariane” he tells me, “It just means we’re going to start you on a much stronger chemo regime. It’s not a complete disaster Ariane.” His words ring in my ears, I can’t really speak, I get off the phone. I dry my eyes, pull my game face back on, walk back into the café and tell my mum everything. Then I have the best tomato and goats cheese salad of my life and instantly feel better – it really is the small things that can make all the difference. I also forgot to mention that this day, Friday 24th June was Brexit day – it was a pretty fucking bad day, it’s going down in national, maybe even international history as a bad day and will be forever a blot on my memory as a bad fucking day. I cried a lot that day, and for the next few days. I would awake at 3am and start crying for no reason, thoughts of death filling my mind. But as always, hope and faith would reinstall itself, my mind would fill again with positive thoughts, another beautiful bunch of flowers would arrive from a beautiful friend, another text would be sent with words of encouragement and support and of course I would always get back on track.

There is always light at the end of the tunnel and mine came in the form of steroids. These pingers were an absolute game changer, life changer. I went from basically sleeping all day and only waking to either force food down me, to writing all of this blog and eating everything in site. All my fevers stopped, all my shivering, all my exhaustion went, my appetite rocketed and I felt on top of the world, back to my old self. So now all I had was 6 months of chemo to get through – easy, breezy, lemon squeezy right?

BARRY, THE SUPER HUMAN

Barry is my boyfriend, my rock and I am a little sea urchin desperately clinging on to him. He has been to every single one of my appointments, he stayed with me over night sleeping in an up right chair whilst I was in hospital, he has consoled me when I have been at my lowest, he has tried to make me laugh at every opportune moment (mainly with shit pun jokes), he has put up with my moaning, with my constant demands for pain killers often at 1am, 3am and 6am in the morning, he has become my PA recording all my millions of appointments for me so I don’t forget, he has cooked for me, cleaned for me and helped me to wash my hair when I haven’t been able to myself, he has relocated to Somerset so he can be with me for my treatment, he has taken a sabbatical from work so he can dedicate his time to me, he is buying a car so he can take me to all of my chemo sessions. The list could go on and on and on. But mainly he is fighting for me when I am struggling to fight for myself, his strength is carrying me through when I have no strength to even get out of bed, his love has wrapped me up in a protective blanket and is telling me, every step of the way that I can get through this and that I will be okay. I love you.

I decided to start writing this blog quite late in the game, so this is all my back story. But from now on it’s all in real time baby……

50 thoughts on “IN THE BEGINNING

  1. Thinking of you lovely lady, and remembering the fun times you had with Abby, when she was with Matthew..and all the fun times, you will have in the future to. Keep strong and fuck cancers ass!!! Xxxx

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  2. Wow! Just wow!
    You are one hell of an incredible human being!!!!
    Stay strong, however remember it is also good to have a good old cry!!
    You have a great support network and between you all you will kick cancers arse!!!!
    I will be thinking of you!
    Xxxx

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  3. I came across this on Ben Reynolds Facebook, what you have done is inspirational and really is an eye opener. I don’t know you but you sound like such a brave person and I will be thinking of you. I can’t even begin to think how you feel and what it have been though but Keep this all up, it really is truly inspiring! Beat cancers arse , sending all my love and hope xxxxx

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  4. Wow; So sorry to hear your news, Ariane, but you wrote such a powerful and eloquently put piece. I hope it was in some way cathartic. But hey, you didn’t break down when your levels were way off the charts, so I’m sure with the right treatment, you’ll blast away through this.

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  5. hi ariane , my mom told me the news a few nights ago , we’re all thinking of you here in canada , it sounds like u have the best support around u with your family , friends and boyfriend , you seem like a vibrant young woman who I’m sure is going to beat this thing . our hearts and prayers are with you , love Michael.

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  6. Hi Ariane. You don’t know me but found your blog via Willow’s FB comment. I just wanted to wish you all the very best for your treatment. Sarah xxx

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  7. Ariane, you are a star, brilliant writing but so shit that you have to write it. We all love you from afar and are glad to you have such brilliant support with you, let them be strong for you xxxx

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  8. I have been moved to tears reading your honesty thanks for sharing. You are definately going to beat this with that wonderfully fiesty attitude of yours and the love of your man and mum.
    I live in Frome, and read this because Alice Jayne shared it.
    Rooting for you x

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  9. I’ve just read your blog and wanted to say that I been through this with my wife. She was pregnant when diagnosed and baby Esmae had to put up with 3 months of ABVD and arrived safely on December 30th 2015. My wife Sharon then had another 3 months of chemo and has been told it has all gone. Stay positive and strong. You are young, like my wife, and will beat this!!
    If you ever want to speak to someone that has been through what you are dealing with then I can put you in contact with her.
    The staff at Bath are amazing and you are in the best hands!!

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  10. Hi Ariane,
    I’ve just read your blog and I’m completely blown away! You are an amazing person and I wish you and Barry and all the rest of your family, all the love and best wishes that I can muster for the battle ahead. Your story has raised so many emotions in me, from anger to amusement to admiration. I could say sorrow because I am sorry that someone so young and vibrant should be facing such an illness, but I don’t want to say I’m sorry for you because I don’t think you want that! You’re a fighter, and you’re going to hammer the daylights out of this Hodgkins! ❤️❤️

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  11. Ariane, you have filled me with admiration, made me laugh, made me cry, and filled me with frustration on your behalf that this should happen to you when life should be filled with fun, work, after work drinks and laughter. You are amazingly strong ( admitting to fear and to crying is a strength in my book) I hope your road continues to be filled with love and support ( no doubt of that knowing a tiny part of your family spirit) and isn’t too grim too often. Warmest wishes to you.

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  12. Ariane, I will be thinking if you every day. I am a friend of Amy’s. Anything you need give me a shout and I will be glad to help xx Ciara xx

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  13. Dear Ariane I met you once when I was in a café in Frome with your Mum. You were out in Frome having a few afternoon beverages with Barry. As you can imagine she talks about all of her children often 😉 I get to hear a lot about you all. You are a vibrant beautiful woman and from everything your Mum says you have a strong go getter attitude. I believe you will not only kick Hodgkins butt but blast it out into space. Not only are your lovely Family and Friends routing for you we are too. Much Love Belinda and Ollie xx

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  14. Hi Ariane – Amy posted the link to your blog on Facebook, and what a blog! Thank you for writing so candidly about your experience. I am so glad you have your rock in Barry and such wonderful support from your family and medical staff. You’re so right to take pleasure in the small things, like a goat’s cheese salad or a hug. Sending you much love and positive thoughts. Xxx

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  15. “So I cried a lot, talked about it all even more and thought to myself fuck this, I’m going to kick cancer up the fucking ass and out of my fucking body.” YES ARIANNE! This is so inspirational! Thinking of you all – you can do it and you will beat this! Love and positive vibes your way xxxxxxxxx

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  16. Dear Ariane, I’ve never met you but have seen your blog through a facebook post. I have a close loved one who was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma 2 years ago. I feel the need to tell you what has immensely helped her condition and her cancer has actually reverted through a mixture of diet change and anti-body infusions. She went to a clinic in Switzerland called the Paracelsus clinic, where they specialise in treating this kind of disease through a mixture of alternative and western medicine. I think it’s expensive to go there but everything you need to know is in their book:

    It’s basically overhauling your diet to primarily eating vegetables. You can eat as much as you want but no meat and sugar etc. I honestly wasn’t hopeful of this method but last week’s blood results have shown that her cancer cells are down and her white blood cells are up. So I thought this might be useful to share with you. It seems it’s a lot about providing your body with what it needs to be an immune-boosting system that can keep the cancer cells dormant. I hope this informations helps. I’m no expert but it might just help you as it has done to my friend. All the very best to you, C xx

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  17. Thinking of you and sending love and strength and hope for a speedy recovery xxxxx your blog is amazing, don’t stop, and keep stepping out in the sunshine as often as you can, take care, you’ve got this girl, you can do it, Fiona Rae xxxxx

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  18. Ari this is so amazing, so inspirational, so truthful, so honest. I love you. You and Barry are going to do this. So proud of you both, I can’t quite put it into words (and I’m not often lost for them) Love you xxxxxxxx

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  19. I’m so sorry to hear this my lovely. I wish you all the very best. Stay strong and beautiful! I’m doing Race for Life on Saturday and if you don’t mind I would like to dedicate it to you. I will write your name and short story on my back for everyone to see and be inspired by. Take care xxx

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  20. Devastated to hear your news.
    Stay strong. Love to you and the rest of your family.
    Julie, Sam and Sadie xxx
    (Lower Keyford)

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  21. Hey Ariane, I was so crushed to hear the news this morning. I will try and come and visit you to wish you well when I am back in the UK.
    You’re a tough soul and beautiful soul and your boyfriend sounds amazing.
    All my love, Myles x

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  22. Ariane, Amelie told me the news. I am so so sorry this is happening to you and I getting in touch under such circumstances. The next 6 months I am sure will be tough but I know everyone is rooting for you! So brave writing your story here and sharing it with the world. All the best of luck for the journey ahead Ariane, you’re an inspiration!
    Lots of love, Rachael xx

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  23. Hi Ariane, when Eunice sent a message to the B2B team, I was very saddened to hear horrible news like this. Cancer really can be a motherf*cer! But I was so encouraged to see that you’ve documented your journey and think it is such an inspiring thing to do. And go you for trying to kick its ass and remaining so positive. What a wonderful thing to do and way of being, especially through hard times. In a world, where people too often fabricate or embellish their lives online, its refreshing to see a real story, not to put a damper on things, but to show the strength of the human spirit and how you can build a support community for others going through similar things. You are a rock star really! Sending all my hugs, positive energy and love. Please do take care… keep in touch through the FT, we’re all thinking of you. Kim xXx

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  24. Ariane, I too was saddened to hear your news but you can beat this with your determination and love of your wonderful family and boyfriend. All your friends at the ft are sending you huge get well hugs and love. Keep strong. Much love

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  25. My darling Ariane, you have the dubious honour of being bridesmaid at both my weddings, therefore if you can outlast all my husbands you can beat this bloody thing.
    FUCK OFF TO CANCER
    All my love you beautiful, clever girl, Joanne xxx

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  26. You know I love you my espresso martini drinking, life-loving friend! Can’t wait to see you soon- just look at the amazing reaction you have, so many rooting for you and we are gonna beat this fucking cancer shit! Whoop! Big sloppy kisses until we meet ❤️❤️❤️ Love you lots xxxx

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  27. Hey Ariane — very inspiring story- I send you all the positive vibes i can – you will be okay as your mum says!

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  28. Ariane you bloody legend. Thanks for writing this!!!!!You are extremily wonderful and a total inspiration x x x x x x x x

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  29. Hey Ariane,

    Thanks for sharing your story and keep doing what you’re doing, you’ve got this…

    I worked with you at the Southwark Tavern many moons ago and remember yourself and the team fondly. Keep your head high, when you can, and make sure you crack out that smile no matter how sh*t it seems at times.

    Wishing you, your family & Barry all the best, keep it up!

    Ollie E

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  30. Dear Ariane – Leah told me about your blog – you are one brave chick – keep kicking ass. Def thinking of you – life is such a bitch….
    Lots of love to you and all of you Masons.
    Helen xxx

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  31. Dear Ariane – I was so saddened to hear your news via Eunice and her email to the FT B2B team – thank you for sharing your story so far. Wishing you so much love and strength over the next six months and beyond. X

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  32. Dear Ariane, when you were working at the FT, you taught me a life lesson, never give up on your dreams… I admired you for quitting the FT and pursuing your dreams. Now more than ever, I’d like to remind you to not give up on your dreams. Things have a way of working out. I’m thinking of you and wishing you well. Bryan

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  33. Hi Ariane. Patricia rang me on Friday. Dorcas and all the family are here in Newcastle today – we all send our love and very best wishes. The feisty way you’re handling this is hugely impressive! Much love.

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  34. Dear Ariane,
    When I read Eunice’s email I could not believe what I was reading. It is really sad and indeed, life can be so unfair at times! It’s very encouraging to see you’re taking control over it and writing this blog in such a raw true way! I am sending you all my positive energy and affection. My thoughts are with you, your wonderful family and boyfriend. Stay strong and keep moving! Big hugs,
    Anne
    xxx

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  35. Dear Ariane,
    When I read Eunice’s email I could not believe what I was reading. It is really sad and indeed, life can be so unfair at times! It’s very encouraging to see you’re taking control over it and writing this blog in such a raw true way! I am sending you all my positive energy and affection. My thoughts are with you, your wonderful family and boyfriend. Stay strong and keep moving! Big hugs, xxx Anne

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  36. Ariane, this blog is truly inspirational. With your strength and support from your amazing boyfriend and family, I know you can beat this! Mike x

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  37. What an incredibly brave and inspiring woman you are Ariane . Sending Lots of love and positive vibes to you xxx

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  38. Hi Ariane, Thinking of you so much at the moment. You’re really brave. Keep fighting! Lots of love, Nikki xx

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  39. Hi Ariane, we’ve not met but I saw your blog via a mutual friend’s FB post. I just wanted to say that I was touched by your post and that I am sending you warm and positive thoughts. I hope it helps to know that you’ve already inspired a stranger (and many others I imagine) with your wonderful writing. X

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  40. Ariane,

    As with most of my colleagues I heard about it via the announcement made by Eunice. While you worked here at the FT we were not exactly close but it was clear to me from the several interchanges we had that you were a determined, strong willed, ambitious young lady and I am so very sure you will beat this bitch in no time. I shall look forwards to celebrate the victory of your recovery, in the meantime do what must be done and get back to living as you know how to:-)

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  41. The River House Cafe in Frome shared this and I just thought hey why not take a look.
    My goodness you are an inspirational woman! I love your honesty, the detail in which you explain everything you are going through and even that fact that you swear!! It must be kind of cathartic release to be able to write and share all your thoughts, emotions and experiences.
    One thing that really touches me, is the incredible support you have around you. You are not alone. I am utter stranger (a Fromie though!) but I am sending you the biggest support, love and hugs. Keep up the fight! xxx

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