Writing blogs is hard work. I’ll start that again. Coal mining is hard work.  Living in Yemen is hard work.  Writing blogs is the tricky distraction of the time poor millennial snowflake that’s got a spot of trouble in the thyroid department. Problem is, I’d never given myself a deadline for any of this, and the whole point of this is to document a recovery from a partial thyroidectomy and to rehabilitate my singing voice.

7am, nil by mouth.  All the anxiety going round in my head and I’m not thinking, “don’t let it be cancerous.”  I’m thinking “be careful with the vocal chords.” The reality is, however, no matter how much cognitive dissonance you apply, how much under thinking or taking your mind off it, there’s no preparation for the anxiety, and that’s not just yourself, by the way, that’s your significant other (in my case my beloved wife

I write this, the day before I go in for my surgery for a partial thyroidectomy to remove a one centimetre growth that: Is minimum 60% chance that it’s cancerous The procedure could have lasting damage to my voice Since discovering the diagnose less than two full weeks ago, I’ve: Launched my band Released our first single Done our first gig (hopefully not our last) Focussed my instagram account to ensure it tells this story

Hi, my name is Jim and I’ve been a singer all my life.   On stage, in the bath, in the car.     Singing is the closest thing I get to high-fiving God.   At the beginning of 2019, just as I was about to launch my new band ‘We’re All Aliens,’ I discovered that I had to have imminent scary singer surgery to remove a growth on my thyroid.   All fairly routine,