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Mother’s Day lessons

Mother’s Day lessons

This will be the third Mother’s Day that I wasn’t sure I would still be here for.  Does this mean my children came rushing in serving breakfast on a tray, wearing Little House on the Priarie style cotton nighties?  No.  Although full disclosure,...
Passing Time

Passing Time

It’s been six weeks since my father passed. The journey from Sydney to England, the final hours, the funeral and everything in between have blurred together. Captured moments are stored in a journal that I cannot yet read. The order of service, a treasured reminder....
The Fear Factor

The Fear Factor

I have a confession. I’ve been secretly writing notes to myself in between posts and not publishing them. I placed my writing under mind arrest – a portable version of a house arrest, but no less restrictive.  I allowed a mix of other peoples versions of...
Look how far we’ve come…

Look how far we’ve come…

After setting upon a new path last year, I encountered a few cracks along the way and again stalled updating this blog. Health issues cropped up as I had tried to fast track my recovery and healing.  As a result I decided to leave my job and concentrate on...
New Normal

New Normal

It’s been a hard few weeks.  Sickness has hung over us like an angry cloud.  First Miss lipstick goes down with croup, then Mr Mac with pneumonia and then like the final wobbling skittle I finally hit the deck, hard.  Not with just one ailment but three....
Census Night

Census Night

This time last year I was still only mid way through my radiation treatment. So its a strange and wonderful feeling to now be still here and able to complete the Australian census.  Between the time cancer is found and biopsy results concluded, your thoughts can...