A couple of years after my transplant, I was assaulted. Had the shit beaten out of me. What made it even more shameful, was that I was beaten up by a girl. Of course this rationale has evolved with the gradual unfurling of my life and hard won wisdom, so I know that it doesn't matter who … Continue reading When you get punched in the face
So how's 2016 treating you so far? I'm deliriously happy to report that mine has begun like no other. Strange things are happening to my body and I'm rising earlier than ever (think 4-5.30am). I'm off the valium I was taking for my restless legs, and I think what has happened is that my body … Continue reading I’m going to India!
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!
I'm just about jumping out of my skin. I had my first good night's sleep in eleven days, so I'm feeling rested. I've been waking up around 4-5am, which is not the norm for me. I've never been a morning person, though when I first moved into my beloved flat I became one of those morning … Continue reading My new normal
Always expect the unexpected. Be prepared like a girl scout without the rules (but with the cookies). That's always been one of my life's mottos. After taking my last ever dose of opiate antagonist therapy last Friday, I was relieved when I only had some minor restless limbs when I turned in for bed that evening. … Continue reading The bitter taste of defeat and failure
I made a life altering decision yesterday. I decided that I no longer need to rely on my opiate antagonist therapy. I had planned to stop on my birthday, which just happens to fall on New Year's Eve, but I've been feeling so happy and settled that I knew I could do it. And so I … Continue reading The power of choice
I do believe that I forgot to let you know that my poem 'Chemistry' was chosen as November's Poem of the Month for the Writer's Edit website. You can read it here. I hope you love reading the poem as much as I loved writing it.
Today, my friend - the other Carly, Carly Findlay - wrote a shut up amazing piece about apologising and how she no longer wants to apologise for what is beyond her control. Shortly after reading Carly's piece, I saw the photo Annie Leibovitz took of Amy Schumer in all of her near-naked and non-apologetic glory. I … Continue reading Why I’m NOT sorry
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!