Doughnuts for Breakfast with Laura Price

Tomorrow is my 12-year ‘cancerversary’ – that’s 12 years since the day I was first diagnosed with breast cancer in 2012. I no longer count the years of being ‘cancer-free’, since finding out the disease spread in 2022. I now simply count years of life – and believe me, 12 years is an extraordinary length of time to survive after a cancer diagnosis at such a young age. A few things I’ve done in that time: Turn 30. See my nieces grow up to become remarkable young women.

When I was diagnosed with stage four breast cancer in 2022, I wanted to retire. The average prognosis was 3-5 years and whilst I was (and still am) confident I’d outlive that, I was only 39 – you don’t have to be amazing at maths to figure out my line of thinking. So: retirement. I didn’t want to die working. I didn’t want to regret all the things I didn’t do. I wanted to read books on the sofa with my cats. For many months, life felt unfair.

When I was diagnosed with stage four breast cancer in 2022, I wanted to retire. The average prognosis was 3-5 years and whilst I was (and still am) confident I’d outlive that, I was only 39 – you don’t have to be amazing at maths to figure out my line of thinking. So: retirement. I didn’t want to die working. I didn’t want to regret all the things I didn’t do. I wanted to read books on the sofa with my cats. For many months, life felt unfair.

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Happy New Year! I haven’t written here in a gazillion years but I wanted to share a bunch of the brilliant books I read in 2023, most of which are out in paperback either now or soon. In no particular order… You’ll love this if you like: Really Good, Actually by Monica Heisey Rachel’s crush on her married professor sparks a series of events that make for a totally compelling, albeit mortifying, read. Hilarious, and with a stunning friendship storyline between Rachel and her best friend James.

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It’s just over a year since the day I was told I had incurable, stage four cancer – the day I thought my life was over. The day the word ‘palliative’ was first mentioned; the day my ovaries were to be shut down for good. The day I had to go out to the car park and explain to my new partner that my cancer was back and could not be cured. In the weeks that followed, I received blow after blow. I found out you can’t get travel insurance when you’re dying.

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Today marks a year since the publication of my debut novel, Single Bald Female, so I thought I’d share the story of how the book came to be. Single Bald Female was published in 2022, but I began writing it in 2016. That January, I wrote a blog about ‘the year I wrote my first book’. Ha! If only I’d known how many drafts and rewrites it would take; how many setbacks I would suffer. And yet… I’m glad I didn’t know all that.

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