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....
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...
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...