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Read more →: untitled post 340What would my obituary say? Not the dates, the achievements or the labels people might use to describe me. But the things that mattered. The people I touched, the moments…
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Cheers algorithm…
Read more →: Cheers algorithm…Scrolling social media should be a small escape, but for someone who is mostly tube-fed after head and neck cancer, it is often a feed full of food. In this…
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A New Kind of Personal Best
Read more →: A New Kind of Personal BestSydney wasn’t about chasing the runner I used to be. It was about discovering what this body – feeding tube, swollen tongue, scars and all could still do. Three hours…
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Finding Meaning Amidst Life’s Challenges
Read more →: Finding Meaning Amidst Life’s ChallengesI reflect on my life journey, grappling with pain and challenges such as loss, mental health struggles, and a crisis of faith. While contemplating their hardships, I recognise that suffering…
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Take a look at me now
Read more →: Take a look at me nowThe forecast said everything looked fine. It wasn’t. This week brought tears I wasn’t expecting, words that hurt, memories from another lifetime and another wait for news about my jaw.…
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The Highest Person
Read more →: The Highest PersonShe asked to speak to the highest person, and that person was me. Thirty seconds later, I was being accused of disrespectfully talking with food in my mouth. I could…
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I Know Exactly What She Would Say
Read more →: I Know Exactly What She Would SayThere are days when I want a break from cancer, hospital visit. But as another week of appointments looms, I find myself wondering what Mum would say if she were…
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My Body Carried me..
Read more →: My Body Carried me..Three weeks overseas. Thousands of steps, tube feeds on trains and ferries, protein powder dust in every hotel room, and the occasional gin on the side. Somehow, this body of…
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The People Between the Places
Read more →: The People Between the PlacesI came away expecting to remember the places – the islands, shrines, bridges and cities. Instead, I will remember the people who briefly stepped into our story. Strangers who shared…
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Peace in the Middle of It
Read more →: Peace in the Middle of ItI went looking for stillness and discovered my mind had absolutely no intention of cooperating. Somewhere between Zen teachings, my husbands accidental motorway enlightenment and my failed attempts at “no…
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