In need of miracles

Early July 2021 and my silver pixie hair has not only grown but has miraculously turned back to its original colour. I’d embraced the grey. Clearly my body had other plans. It’s astounding really and I am amazed by the myriad of miracles it has pulled off, all without my

Tango lessons

Chemo seems surreal these days. And yet the neuropathy lingers on. I can live with it. I am immensely grateful to be here. But here is my question. Can I still learn to Tango if I can’t feel some of my toes? I’d really like to. It’s been on my

Right place right time…

A year ago, I was still having hypnotherapy sessions with the legendary Dr Jeffrey Rink. When I got sick, I knew I needed to see him. I was sure about that and my delightful GP and homeopath pulled every string possible to secure an appointment. The moment I leant back

Trust in me…

There’s nothing quite like scanxiety to make me pause and re-examine my life. My drive to the hospital on Friday was filled with prayers, promises and dreams to manifest. I tried not to focus on the blurry screen. I also (unsuccessfully) attempted to block out the radiographer’s scary murmurings. But

About that bikini…

I’ve had my suspicions confirmed! Archie’s early morning visits coincide with Xena’s walks with her master. Not that I enjoy them any less. It’s just that second choice thing popping up. But I’m over that hang up. If I’m not someone’s first choice then they’re not mine. And it’s different

Some time soon

June is already peeping and the third wave is well and truly here. It’s a race against time as we wait to be vaccinated. I can’t help feeling it’s a bun fight out there, even though it shouldn’t be. So the choice is wait my turn or elbow my way

Manifesting dreams…

In 2020 I was still on the road to recovery. The light seemed far off but I was catching glimpses of it. These days, I remind myself that I did reach it! And for all of you who buoyed me along, I’ll be forever grateful. You cannot possibly imagine what

The third wave

It’s a year later and the third wave is with us. We find ourselves on the dreaded red list and not the most welcomed guests around the world right now. It doesn’t feel fair. But life isn’t fair I suppose. This time twelve months ago, I was about to start

A problem ignored…

This time last year I had to deal with midnight guests sneaking into my room. Fear and mistrust arrived, uninvited and unwelcome. Very unwelcome… A new lump in my breast had popped up during the night and ignoring it was my go to response. ‘It’s probably nothing,’ I’d told myself.

Another life…

This time last year, I was on a Xeloda holiday. I was basking at home…just not taking the tablets. It seems like another life time in many ways. For a start, home was Hout Bay. Now it is in Hemel en Aarde in the Overberg. And yes, we still have

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