Cancer isn’t a laughing matter.... but what if it could be? Diagnosed with incurable cancer and declining treatment to save my baby at the age of 32 was epically shite. But those were the cards I was dealt. That was in 2015 and I haven’t died yet. And as crap as it is, in some ways, cancer has given me a new lease of life and a load to laugh about. Who else spends 5 minutes every morning searching for their fake tit under the sofa? What have I learned from my experiences so far and how do I keep cracking on with the odds hugely stacked against me? Let me tell you....