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

And the rains came…

Last night’s rain lingers on the confetti bushes and I’m hoping for more this morning. I shared my egg on toast with Archie and Xena, exactly one corner each, or war would break out. Egyptian geese are shouting from our rooftop and I am hoping that their chicks are in

today is enough

Yes, I still remember my 2020 Xeloda phase. But I don’t dwell on it. Today has become enough. And the months have sped by, despite the lockdown slowdown. The sun is out again, after glorious rain and my little patch of grass is springing up in gratitude. Late agapanthus blooms

March last year…

I was bunkering down. It seemed like the only thing to do. And a year later, I am venturing out a little more, masked and sanitised. It feels normal in some ways and in others, it is still surreal. There is a seriousness about life that permeates every decision. Even

A green month…

“Would you like to see it?” I hesitated for a moment. “No. No I wouldn’t.” The young nurse looked surprised. I felt the need to explain. “It’s behind me now. I’m not looking back.” And so it was. In February 2020 I began the new month a lot lighter. My

one year ago…

In January 2020, I was about to have a lumpectomy. Although chemo had shrunk my lump considerably, it still needed to be removed. I was keen to see it go. Covid hadn’t yet reared its head and the hospital did not have a dark cloud of fear hanging over it.

And in with the new…

This time last year, I was in the middle of my dance with the big C. Little did I know that the Corona virus was about to enter all our lives too. And what a challenge that journey remains. When I look back at last year’s blog post, it feels

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

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