2017 was a hell of a year. A year of starting again in so many ways. And a year of adventure. At this time last year my scar from my surgery was still open in 3 places (still with 5 months of healing ahead) and the crushing heat in a stifling summer was killing me, as were the incessant hot flushes of menopause. I was learning how to manoeuvre in my old world in the new and strangely empty body I had brought back from hospital. Continue reading
I can’t believe it is almost Christmas Day. No matter how prepared you are somehow you always seem to get behind and in a rush. So many things to be done in addition to the every day stuff that needs to be done. And this year it seems I broke myself. Continue reading
Since having my ileostomy, packing for travel has required a little more planning. Before my recent trip to the US (more on that later in the week) a friend asked if I was packed and ready to go. “As long as I’ve got my passport and cash I’ll be fine,” I said. “And your shit bags,” he said. Oh yeah… Continue reading
There are a lot of milestones in life. The firsts. The lasts. The anniversaries. The befores. The afters. Some milestones stand before us all and others are reserved for the select few – the lucky, the unlucky. Today is one of those milestones for me. It is a year ago today that I was wheeled in to surgery to rid my belly of cancer. Continue reading
I have a major grudge against ALL my previous workplaces. Yes, ALL. These organisations and the individuals in them instilled in me a crazy ideology. They presented a framework whereby if I fucked up, I would be held accountable for said fuck up. They held me accountable for my actions, they trained me in policies and rules and procedures and if I made a mistake, I was counselled accordingly. It was in my job description that I was required to communicate with others who may be affected by my work and whose work may affect me.
It has been made clear through recent circumstances that this is fake news. I have been mislead. My previous workplaces took liberties and held my co-workers and I to a standard others simply aren’t held to. Continue reading
Part and parcel of dealing with cancer is tests – blood tests, CT scans, MRIs. In the space of about a month last year I’d had two CT scans, a PET scan, two blood tests, an appointment with a gynaecological oncologist, a colonoscopy, gastroscopy and a laparoscopy. I felt like a radioactive pincushion. Continue reading
Just like Wile E. Coyote – so close, yet so far!
Today I had a parenting wail. Not the kind where you hide in a cupboard eating chocolate praying for a minute’s peace. No, this is that situation where you were so excited at what you thought was a 100% winner but at the last minute the wheels fall off and it’s a fail. There was potential, shit there was almost genius, but you misjudged your audience. Continue reading
The only good thing about friends and family moving to far-flung destinations is that you have an excuse to travel and (hopefully) a bed to crash in. Last week, we took advantage of such a situation!
Last year, one of Naomi’s best friends took off to Auckland on an 18 month New Zealand adventure thanks to a change in her working arrangements. Having never been to New Zealand, I knew that at some point during their stay over there we’d visit and I was excited! I had never been to the land of the long white cloud. Continue reading
With the exception of my previous post, I hadn’t posted in a month and a half. I don’t normally make a point of addressing my laziness. I usually just post and hope nobody notices. I’d like to say it’s because I’ve been busy living a fabulously glamorous life and have been too busy to sit down let alone create, but sadly, the opposite is true. I have had plenty of time, just not the drive. To say things have been rough would be understating things. Continue reading
Prior to 2016, the worst surgery I’d had was my tonsillectomy. While the surgery and hospital stay itself isn’t so bad, any adult who has endured this relatively simple procedure will tell you it’s an awful recovery. My overnight stay was followed by three weeks of painful and tiring recovery. Endone and bed were my best friends. But after a month I was back to normal and back at work. Continue reading