My Kalypso makes me laugh. Thank heavens for YouTube! It provides access to unending hours of humour, all for free. I have always been far too intense; good at passion and zeal and causes and goals but not so good at laughter and lightness and fun. The other day I was reading about a man … Continue reading Laughter as Medicine
Hoof Trimming Yesterday was chemo day number one. I had such peace going into it, even hope and joy. I had expected to feel dread, fear, even terror. Guess that could be counted as a miracle, eh? It went so incredibly well. The cancer centre is beautiful, the nurses amazing, and the doctors so caring. … Continue reading Grattitude
Back in my favourite place Yesterday was Meet Dr Chernobyl Day. He was actually lovely but I think the name has stuck for me. Anyway, we discussed scans and options and treatments and prognoses and all of the stuff you never want to have to talk about. Stage 3C. Chemo is only moderately effective for … Continue reading Wine (or Whine)
Mireya - her name means Miracle Last Saturday we went to a Gyne Cancer Survivorship Symposium. It was held in a magnificent historic sandstone building that had been immaculately restored and it overlooked the beautiful river that flows through Brisbane. A lovely setting where I met some truly amazing people. There were numerous presentations, all … Continue reading Survivorship
Having some fun with my lovely hairdresser pre chemo-cut. I think I rock it! The tag line on my web page says, 'Writer, horseman, believer in miracles.' I guess I'd like a really big miracle in this next season of my life. I have been (finally) diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Found out on Daffodil Day. … Continue reading Miracles
When I was selling almost everything and moving from Montana back to Australia in late 2008, I decided that when I arrived, I wanted to buy a white Subaru Outback, automatic, with grey leather seats and a sun roof. I told the Creator and left it at that. Upon arriving, I went onto a car … Continue reading My Subaru
Some people should all over themselves regularly. Daily, hourly, sometimes by the minute. Guilt, shame, 'I'm not enough', 'I need to do more'. Women are queens of should-ing. But who says you should anyway? Do a little experiment for yourself right now. Go on, it will only take a minute. Stand up and shake yourself … Continue reading I should, I want to, I AM!
Well I'm heartily sick of doctors and medical tests at this point, yet also tremendously grateful for their care and compassion because I have some awesome experts on my side. If you remember from the last blog, I was waiting for some results to see if they could find the cancer that was causing the … Continue reading Time
My beautiful Amara is a master at living in the waiting, in the now. Lately I seem to be doing a lot of waiting. Waiting for the next medical test, waiting for those results, waiting for the next test/specialist/diagnosis or, in my case, lack of diagnosis so far. Don't worry, I've had lots of practice; … Continue reading It’s in the Waiting.
What was to be a routine operation went horribly wrong. Heff was left fighting for life with a massive brain bleed. Doctors were unsure if he'd make it. Then he'd 'probably be a vegetable'. After a while he was to re-learning to do everything from scratch. Soon Heff could be seen limping along the footpath … Continue reading Heff