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
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
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
As we sat down to eat our breakfast this morning, it occurred to Naomi and I that yesterday’s post potentially left some people thinking that, by me stopping chemo, death was imminent! Continue reading
It’s my body and I’ll do what I want to…
Sometimes, I really am really, really tempted to record a cancer/illness version of the 1963 hit It’s My Party. Continue reading
Earlier this week after a particularly trying day, we braved the McDonald’s drive thru so I could get a much-needed coffee. We ordered and paid on autopilot, not giving anything too much thought. As we moved up to the next window, the little dude pipes up and says “Would you like your receipt? She forgot to ask you that.” I almost died, and I realised that maybe I’d got one too many drive through coffees lately! Continue reading
If you are truly lucky in life, you will at least once get to job that you can be really proud of. The type of job that you reminisce about and the stories from which you will tell for years to come. A job that even if you hated it, even if it was a hard slog, you could be proud of because of the people you got to help or the changes you were able to make. Continue reading
Generally, I try not to swear when I write. I swear enough when I talk. But I really fucking hate chemo. It’s obvious, I know. No one likes chemo. Well I hope no one likes chemo. I have spent the two and a half months since coming home bouncing between ‘chemo is a necessary evil’ and ‘nope, I don’t wanna’. I’m lucky that I have a family who are willing to support me regardless of which option I take, now and in the future. Continue reading
“We saw a police car rescuing someone for driving too fast. He fell on the ground because he wanted to get away from the policeman. They pushed him on the floor. He wasn’t dead though. He was just laying on the floor. There wasn’t blood though.”
-Little Dude, big school, day 4.
This is what the little dude told us happened on an excursion today. It’s precisely why I am excited that he has started school, to listen to him retell the days event without us putting things in context for him. And it’s been rippers like this all week! Continue reading