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
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
On Saturday night my lovely girlfriend and I took our seats at ANZ stadium amongst 95,000 other Adele fans. Well, maybe 80,000 fans and 15,000 boyfriends/husbands dragged along for the ride. Just after the sun set, the stadium lights went down, the stage in the centre of the stadium the focal point in the darkness. The gigantic screens surrounding the circular stage displayed an image of Adele’s closed eyes. At 8pm, the eyes opened and the screens lifted into the air. With no formal introduction, no chatter with the crowd, the woman who brought Sydney to a standstill greeted us Hello. Continue reading