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...
The work.

The work.

I slumped against the wall in my wardrobe, and my troubled head found a welcome rest on the doorframe. I was waiting. For the racks of corporate wear to materialise an outfit that I would feel comfortable in. Watching. The hems of skirts and dresses sway back and...
The speech.

The speech.

On 16 October I was lucky enough to be invited to share the stage with Prue Cormie at the Monash Partners Comprehensive Cancer Consortium Forum Dinner, to talk all things exercise and cancer. I wanted to share my speech with everyone, which talks about the outstanding...
The longing.

The longing.

Do you remember? When everything you ever wanted in this world was exactly what you have right now? I came across this statement last week. It rang in my head with such a haunting echo that I had to read it twice. So hey, why not. Do you remember? When everything you...
The intersection.

The intersection.

There is a particular intersection in Melbourne that simply reeks of cancer. For me. I guess it wouldn’t for most people. For most people, it is where an unremarkable local street meets an endoscopy centre and a cemetery. For me, it is the beginning of all of this....
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....