Riding on elephants and other shit I haven’t done

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

Eight years in remission – viva la vulva!

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!

Song of the Week #4

I'm trying to birth a poem at the moment, and I need to get away from words. Last week, I had so much going on with my addiction post that I didn't post Song of the Week number four. So, I've made it a goodie - 'Samson' by Russian singer Regina Spektor. Seriously, how did she get … Continue reading Song of the Week #4

The night I lived again: part two

By the time it was definite that the donor lungs were a match, there would have been at least thirty-five 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

My night without armour

May-August 1998 I was in the dying room. You know the one. It's quiet. People slip in and out as though they were never there. Festering in a bed for three months, I had grown tired. My arms were the shape of soft baguettes, peppered with freckles like sesame seeds. Lips, a permanent shade of blue. Colourless … Continue reading My night without armour