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The label.

The label.

This was one of the most rewarding things I have ever done.  I knew it almost immediately.  I knew it before I had really taken stock of it all. Before I was sitting on my couch in Melbourne, eagle-eyed for the first promo on TV. Before the flurry of messages...

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The opportunity.

The opportunity.

Over the course of my almost two years of cancer fighting, I have had countless beautiful people offer their support. Emotional, social, physical, spiritual – whatever my need, it has always been more than met. This commitment to me has meant everything to me. Healed...

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The work.

The work.

Going back to work, the second time, meant returning as a mum, and a cancer patient. This is a complex category to fall into, as the anxiety and self-doubts attached to the former were intensified by the latter.

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The speech.

The speech.

The mental, physical and emotional benefits of exercise have delivered me right here, right now – and I am now physically fitter than I have ever been in my life.

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The intersection.

The intersection.

I have moved from resentment, through acknowledgement, via peace, to enlightenment. It is achingly cliché to type, but that doesn’t make it any less true.

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The nerve.

The nerve.

“Who the hell do you think you are? Your cancer has been eliminated and now you can just get on with it? A splash of life threatening illness to remind you of what is important, and now for happily ever after? It’s back to the fairy-tale, is it? That’s a joke, Nicole....

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The news.

The news.

I should have known. I had been waiting for this news. I had given myself permission to accept it could happen. I dared to be believe that it would. So it follows, naturally, that it wouldn’t. I should have known. I looked down at my hands and interlocked my fingers...

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The recovery.

The recovery.

The first time I actually got a real glimpse of the intensive care unit was as I was leaving. Until then, I had seen nothing more than a revolving roster of nurses. The white walls and ceiling. Knowing nods from my doctors. Warm smiles from my beautiful family. As the...

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The surgery.

The surgery.

Before I can tell you about the surgery, I need to tell you this: writing started as a distraction. It was intentional, to take me out of the woods, to somewhere bright and warm and clear. And I knew, in truth, that my cancer monopolised me. Especially in the...

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