Hamba Kahle

This week I said farewell to my father-in-law. It was an unexpected parting, even though it shouldn’t have been. And I wasn’t there… Having lost my dad as a child, I’d spent a large part of my youth looking for a father figure and yes, in all the wrong places.

Travelling back in time…

                                                                                                                                                                                            What if I could travel back in time, turn back the clock, ask for a ‘take two,’ on things that shouldn’t have happened? Would I make different decisions, come to unexpected realisations? Of course. I would steer my life down very different paths. I’d never have stopped

The season for whales…

2019 was the year I missed the whales in Hermanus. They were here. But I wasn’t… This year I am and have spotted a few already! They are still pretty far away. I suppose they’ll come closer when its time to give birth. For now, they’re arriving and settling in

The Final Word…

As I lace up my running shoes, (okay walking ones,) and begin the rest of my life, I am more than ready to put this long journey behind me. It’s been 13 months and I’m primed for my new normal to evolve. And yes, it will unfold within the bigger

Jabberwocky and unrelated thoughts…

Jabberwocky BY LEWIS CARROLL ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves       Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves,       And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!       The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun       The frumious Bandersnatch!” He took

BC and AC

There is a before and after cancer, just as there is for the Corona Virus. A new normal will evolve, after both these journeys. And no, things will not be exactly the same as they were before. But the word new is the operative one. I don’t know what each

It’s today!

I’m in a Winnie the Pooh kind of mood and yes, today is my favourite day. It started with a visit from Archie and a quick cuddle. Radiation and a doctor’s appointment came next. I’m into the second week of mission mop up and I’m sprinkling Maizena all over the

A cliff hanger

It is the eve before. Archie is nowhere to be found and the 5th of August is my cancerversary.  A year ago, I was catapulted onto a path I didn’t choose and had no desire to follow. But here I am in August 2020 and about to complete the journey.

Laughter

Archie is waiting for me to offer him the last mouthful of warm oats. He doesn’t actually like it. He just likes the idea of sharing my warm breakfast. So we go through our little ritual every morning. He purrs next to me while I spoon the delicious concoction into

The future awaits!

“Breathing exercises,”  the secretary repeated. I didn’t respond. “The radiation will target your left breast.” I still didn’t get it. “That’s where your heart is.” Now I felt my chest jump. Was this going to be a danger? I’d googled it and read a little but it hadn’t seemed a

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