I’ve Got Cancer, What’s Your Excuse?
On sale
2nd September 2013
Price: £13.99
Call it a mid-life crisis, but you reach a point where nothing makes sense anymore. Not the goals you set yourself, the years focussed on trying to achieve them, what was let go, what was gained along the way. You look back and think, Is that it? Then you get sick. And everything changes.’
This startlingly honest and often hilarious memoir from one of Ireland’s best-loved comediennes is told through the lens of cancer treatment and its aftermath. From the moment when she heard but didn’t necessarily absorb the shocking diagnosis, through the months that followed, Gildea describes the mixed emotion of the journey, at once swept along on its tide and struggling to grapple with its effects.
Through depression, comedy, Catholicism, chemotherapy, the bog, emigration, sex, mastectomy, fear and love, I’ve Got Cancer, What’s Your Excuse? takes a refreshingly irreverent look at life, the stuff it throws at you, and what you do with it, as it ultimately asks: ‘Did cancer save me?
This startlingly honest and often hilarious memoir from one of Ireland’s best-loved comediennes is told through the lens of cancer treatment and its aftermath. From the moment when she heard but didn’t necessarily absorb the shocking diagnosis, through the months that followed, Gildea describes the mixed emotion of the journey, at once swept along on its tide and struggling to grapple with its effects.
Through depression, comedy, Catholicism, chemotherapy, the bog, emigration, sex, mastectomy, fear and love, I’ve Got Cancer, What’s Your Excuse? takes a refreshingly irreverent look at life, the stuff it throws at you, and what you do with it, as it ultimately asks: ‘Did cancer save me?
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Reviews
On her novel: 'Comic writing at its best.' The Irish Times.
On The Nualas: 'The new rock 'n' roll.' The Independent (London).
On her 'varied career': 'Well Anne, you have made all wrong decisions in your life.'