Welcome to the Full Bush Rat
Blogs have been called the greatest outlet for self-indulgent nonsense in the history of humanity. That definition brings me immense joy, because I happen to be the undisputed queen of self-indulgent nonsense.
Unlike most blogs, I have no wisdom to impart. I’m not here to build a brand, sell t-shirts, raise awareness for coral bleaching, or pivot to a new career. There are no magnets in production. No sponsorships. No hidden agenda. This blog exists purely as a creative, unfiltered, slightly unhinged outlet for my nutty ramblings. Think of it as my personal rave about how utterly shit it is to have breast cancer.
Expect bad language. Expect raw honesty. Expect images of medical procedures that may make some folks a bit squeamish. And lots of pictures of my dog.
Why Full Bush Rat, you ask?
Excellent question. Honestly, Bush Rat was already taken. So I raised the stakes and went with Full Bush Rat. If your brain immediately sprinted toward the gutter—congratulations. You’re my kind of people. I’m genuinely proud to use the words “full” and “bush” in the same sentence.
Originally, this was a cancer blog. But that theme's gotten a bit tired—though unfortunately, not any less relevant. Breast cancer isn't going anywhere, so I'll keep writing about it. But I'm also expanding. The Karcinoma Kiwi Boob Blog (K2 B2) will now live here, alongside Captain Kiwi’s Lockdown Log, so you can relive the blissfully bleak early days of COVID. And last but not least, brace yourself for 2DCs DIY Tips and Tricks—home innovation with a slightly unhinged twist. Watch this space.
So, welcome. Come for the cancer. Stay for the nonsense. And the dog photos.
Love yous all
The FBR