It's a weird feeling, being stuck in a carriage on a roller-coaster I don't want to be on, slowly making my way up the biggest incline. If you've read my first blog then you'll know what I'm talking about! It can feel like I'm crawling at a snail's pace just counting down each day, each …
This blog written "live" in the chemo chair this morning. The delta strain of covid has arrived in Brisbane. For those of us with suppressed immunity, it's potentially our worst nightmare. For others, the whole covid thing is a conspiracy and a ploy by Big Pharma and governments to gain control of us all. Regardless …
What? Which? Where? Who? Whom? Whose? How? When? WHY????? Out of all the interrogative question words, WHY has surely got to be the one which has the potential to cause the most frustration, confusion, and heartache. Wrestling with WHY is the mental and emotional equivalent of trying to organise my boxes of old photos. I …
Every morning I look in the mirror and a bald-headed reality stares back at me. The result of chemotherapy treatment. Every morning I face a choice. Will I complain to myself about the situation I find myself in? Or will I rise above it and focus on the positives? My David ring helps me make …
I hate rides. Maybe that's too strong a word...I endure rides! Just ask my husband, who when we were dating took me to a Sydney theme park. He talked me into coming with him on a twisting inside-out, upside down stomach lurching corkscrew roller coaster...definitely not the ferris-wheel type ride that I was hoping to …
Quietly Roaring 