Post 52: The Empty Wedding Table.
Why can’t I write something so beautiful that I can put down my pen and rest, knowing I’ve done enough?
A nostalgia funk has circled me—cozy memories pressing close, and wearing me out. Maybe it&r...
Post 51: Complications & Courage.
An early morning alarm pulls me from sleep for the 7:30am blood test. The drizzly rain suits my mood perfectly.
As I step into the shower, I notice something small but worth celebrating, no I’m not being...
Post 50: Complications & Compliments.
My head’s swimming again—but now it’s with questions about the escalation of my AFib, and what that means for me, My Darling, and the cancer.
Last night, just after my soup and toast supp...
Post 49: The Registrar calls.
BP: All over the place
Flushes: Annoying as ever
Anything else: The TV still works
We all need a dangling carrot to help sustain our mood and drive.
With the thoughts of two cancelled holidays to Italy and I...
Post 48: Unsure certainty.
The life we travellers lead gets all messed up when we’re waiting for tests and results.
All our hardwired defences unravel, and our soft bits are laid bare.
We become nervous and scared again—just like the la...
