I really can’t pin point what it is about this piece that I hate… but I do! I despise it. This was written very early on in my cancer ride that began almost seventeen months ago now. My surgery had been performed and I think I had weathered my Continue Reading
I thought I was beyond words this week. Children killed while innocently playing on Gaza beach and Malaysian planes being shot from the sky…. incomprehensible senselessness. Then, while trying to reply to Kelly’s heart wrenching post over at a Continue Reading
Is your head in the clouds?
There are days when living with the hangover of cancer and mental breakdown is like living with your own overhead weather system, just like Olaf the snowman from the Disney movie Frozen. Olaf is quite happy to have his cloud follow him, for without Continue Reading
This past week I have been feeling particularly lost, unorganised and extremely short on motivation. What I have been doing a lot of though is mountain gazing and I feel very fortunate to live in this quiet country town nestled beneath the foothills Continue Reading
My morning was like this... I’m angry! I’m angry because I have too many towels and not enough socks! I’m angry because the socks I'm wearing are being munched up by my shoes as I stomp walk around the house! I'm angry that I can't make the Continue Reading
The leaning tower of pillows
With his head resting on a tower of pillows placed on the dining room table, there he sat… slumped forward and tied into the wheelchair with as many bandages as I could find in the house, all in a desperate attempt to make him as comfortable as Continue Reading
Let it be
This past week involved some road tripping with my Mum to the big smoke. Would you believe to appreciate enchanting theatre? May be a whirlwind shopping spree splashing around the plastic fantastic? How about seven days of pure pampering bliss and Continue Reading
Why did I survive?
I’ve written this piece so many times in my head it should be forever etched in my memory and flow fluently like a well-rehearsed recital, but the fluidity escapes me. For the past ten days I’ve attempted to write this, my very first post, and Continue Reading
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