The humanity.

The humanity.

I share my cancer life. Everything that is blunt and real about my health crisis is out there for public consumption. It has been from the start.  It was a decision that seemed obvious to me when I was diagnosed with bowel cancer in 2017. How many brand-new mums...
The snippet.

The snippet.

It was a casual Wednesday night and I was casually flipping through the pages of my health history. I must have been searching for a notebook or putting away another Lego instruction manual or something equally as harmless to cause me to open the living room cupboard...
The normal.

The normal.

It is fading all the time. The fear, the fragility. The pain and loss. It has been days, and then it has been weeks, since I was enveloped by the emotion and paralysed by the fear. And for some moments I really truly completely forget. I am peaceful. Laughing with...
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...
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...