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(The irony of what I’m writing right now doesn’t escape me as we are on what I call, ‘hospital watch’ with Nixon after a day of vomiting and 2 days without a bowel movement. Fingers crossed x). I’m sitting here blogging and thinking back to 3 years ago when we had a very sick child. Multiple GP visits had come …
Despite the rain, wind and volatile temps here in New Zealand – it IS actually Spring. The kids are back in the routine of compulsory hat-wearing at kindy and school, which serves as a great visual reminder for me that it’s also sunscreen season. My childhood, teen years and early adulthood were spent in a blissfully bronzed (read: naive) state …
TODAY 7 WOMEN will be diagnosed with breast cancer. THIS YEAR 650 will most likely die. YET 30% of eligible women don’t have regular mammograms. AND 60% of young women don’t know the signs beyond a lump. Those stats are scary. I’m going to be brutally honest here; watching someone you love die from cancer is horrendous, torturous and unforgiving. It will leave you hating cancer so much that …
That’s how long it has been since my Dad died of melanoma. I think of him every day, I have conversations with him every day in my head and I talk about him to someone else every day. I can still smell him every time I hop in his old truck to drive anywhere. I love that. Most of the …
I love bacon. But, nitrates are bad news. Nitrates are even badder than bad news when you fry the shit out of them whilst you are cooking your bacon. On the hunt for an alternative, I spied Henderson’s Dry Cured Bacon in Pak ‘n Save Albany last week (it was $6.99 for 500 grams – very comparable to standard brands) …
I don’t know what the grieving process is. Because I need to be in control and hate surprises I read incredible amounts about what to expect in Dad’s final days. And you know what, it was right on the money. I was nursing him. I had to be able to recognise all the signs, I knew what to look for, …
Two weeks ago the worst two weeks of my life began. Actually they began nine months ago when Dad came home from work early one day. Really early. He walked into the house and said “I might have cancer”. That was the first time we cried. We haven’t stopped crying yet. Dad did what he needed to do. He fought …
I haven’t written much about what’s been going on with Dad. I’m not sure why, maybe because it all seems a little bit more real when you type CANCER and describe what’s going on. The last couple of weeks have been hard for Dad and for all of us. Every current affairs show at the moment seems to have their …