I’ve picked up the light at the end of the tunnel, where it narrows and then ends at the edge of a deep blue-black ocean. Waves lap up against the edges and I know that if I go through the tiny entrance, I’ll drop into the water below and never
Just made it today! I wanted an excuse. It’s cold outside and the mornings are already darker, aren’t they? It’s the first day of my post Xeloda cycle four holiday and I deserve to snuggle down and enjoy my duvet. But I skipped yesterday. And I’m a bit lazy by
I love food. I would go so far as to say, I’ve become a bit of a foodie. And I am an all or nothing person. It’s no good telling me to eat half the delicious meal in front of me. I’m going to savour every last morsel. The cancer/corona
I still feel my dancer’s body. A deep hypnosis session with Jeffery Rink revealed that. Not straight away mind. Only once I’d allowed myself to listen deeply to the doctor’s soothing voice for long enough to push away my conscious mind. But then I knew. I felt it with every
My Xeloda holiday is about to end. No big deal. I’m turning into the curve and the second part of this phase. I choose love over fear, every single morning. And it works. Despite the corona/chemo combo, life is peaceful mostly. But after midnight, uninvited guests arrive. This time, it
I’m on a week’s holiday! ‘Where could you possibly be going?’ I hear you ask. Nowhere. I’ll be staying at home. But for seven whole days I don’t have to take Xeloda. No itchy feet or lingering headaches. No alarm clocks set so that the timing is just right. No
Lockdown is to be eased soon. Okay stage four to be exact. I am pleased and so proud of our President Ramaphosa. His light is shining on us all and his true statemanship is becoming the envy of the world. The 1st of May 2020 will be one very special
