Chemotherapy is over. Officially since mid February. This means I am seven weeks post chemo. My hair is growing back. First my legs have tiny blonde hairs of only a few millimeters. I notice it here first around the tenth of March. I luxuriate in feeling for stubble and hold them up against the light
I feel like I’m in a cage. A cage with no key. There is no escape. I will always feel the bars. My sister visited. She is perhaps the only one who acknowledges that the odds aren’t good. Everyone else is buoyed with optimism. “You will beat it”, “The odds aren’t good” I say. “I’m
My hair is falling out. In drifts and tangles it comes away. Settling on my pillow, in my hair brush, on my collar, like autumn leaves. My head still has hair but it is frizzy and lifeless. The exodus cannot end well. Despite the dreaded cold cap, I am now succumbing. I have finished 12
The surgeon is patient and kind. “We’ll sort out your breast cancer” he says. I am a bit perplexed thinking “but I don’t have breast cancer”. At least I didn’t this morning. We don’t have the cytology results, so I still cling to hope that all the Doctors so far are wrong. Let’s not forget
Two years ago exactly I was swollen and tired. Each night I’d arrange pillows around my body, huge and expectant with my long wished for second child. My body was ungainly. I was exhausted and grumpy. I was 20 kg heavier than now. And yet, I was so anxiously waiting for my new baby. I
Help support Jo and her family through terminal breast cancer
At age 43, with two children aged 8 and 3, Jo faces a heartbreaking and devastating situation. Right when she should be making early memories with her family, she faces a diagnosis of terminal breast cancer. Those memories are soon all her children will have left. #ChallengeAccepted
Dearest, beautiful Jo, I'm finally in a position to help out a bit! Hooray for both of us for that, at least 🙂 I think about you often, but… Read more
Dearest, beautiful Jo, I'm finally in a position to help out a bit! Hooray for both of us for that, at least 🙂 I think about you often, but I apparently suck at communicating this to you, and the thoughts just happen in my head. Know that you are in my thoughts often and well. I hope you believe that I think of you every time I see an emu, after our near-pecking experience at Tower Hill, which has left me slightly mentally scarred, but forever (and perhaps paradoxically) amused in its remembrance. So many of my favourite memories of vet school involve you 🙂 I'll quit rambling now, and just say, I think of you often, and send you much love and many hugs across the ether.
Lovely Jo. I don’t know if I have donated previously or have somehow missed this. I honestly can’t recall. Regardless, I hope this… Read more
Lovely Jo. I don’t know if I have donated previously or have somehow missed this. I honestly can’t recall. Regardless, I hope this helps in some small way to provide ongoing support to you, Simon and the family. You are such a light and Simon is one of the most beautiful people I have had the pleasure to meet. Sending my love to you all ❤️
With all the love and hugs to you, Simon and the boys.
To new friends ❤️
Happy Birthday Jo! 💕🎁🎈💐🎂
All the best with your battle. Stay strong