Shot a gun ✔ I did my firearms safety training in January. Be afraid. Very afraid. Gone on a blind date ✔ Oh, the horror. Skipped school ✔ Watched someone give birth ✔✔ My eldest and youngest nephews, now 14 and 9 respectively. It was an absolute honour. Watched someone die ✔✔✔✔ I think I've … Continue reading Riding on elephants and other shit I haven’t done
Life. It gets in the way. That's why I haven't blogged for three months because there's been a lot going on. For the last month or so, I've been down with the lurgy (the flu), but after two courses of antibiotics, probiotics, lots of vitamins, good food and rest, I'm on my way to being back … Continue reading Where in the world are you, Carmen Sandiego?
Yesterday I turned thirty-nine - a stage of life I never thought I would or could ever reach from when I was was a little girl, to when I had my transplant and certainly after I survived cancer. Each year is such a gift, and age is a privilege. Lungs in perfect working order for … Continue reading Oh my – we have a New Year IN our hands and it’s going to be radtastic!
Earlier in the week, someone asked me what I was up to. You know, what I'd been doing. 'Reading, writing, stuff ...' But mainly reading and writing and hanging out with my sister and my nephews, working, planning, walking and dreaming. It's true - I'm an abject failure of a social butterfly (although I did actually … Continue reading My summer of love
I never thought I would see another eight years. Really, I didn't. After my cancer surgery in 2007, my oncologist was certain that more cancer would grow, that the surgery I had wouldn't hold, and that I'd die. Thankfully that hasn't happened, and today marks eight years since I underwent the surgery to save my life. … Continue reading Eight years in remission – viva la vulva!
My good friend, writing peer and all round genuinely awesome woman, Carly Findlay has today written for Daily Life about her experience with false cures and how, at the end of the day, she doesn't want to be cured of her rare and painful skin condition Ichthyosis. Like Carly, I've never wanted to be cured … Continue reading The trouble with ‘cures’
By the time it was definite that the donor lungs were a match, there would have been at least 35 people at the hospital - all friends and family. Even a friend's boyfriend (now husband) had driven down from uni at Gatton, so he could be there for both me, his now wife and my … Continue reading The night I lived again: part two
18.4.12 Arousing menu cream of corn soup, coconut ice and a bucket of tea. 19.4.12 Dark hair, green smock. Laughter lines and white pickets of teeth. My old friend, the muse. 20.4.12 Doctors appointment. Nail biting afternoon. He is still not sure.
Octopus to tease, a sampling of goat, then line my belly with beef cheeks.
I baked scones. It's a fucking miracle they turned out ok.