Musings of how to live life, remaining positive and mindful in spite of metastatic breast cancer … More The Indispensable Man
Yesterday I swam in the lake. I’ve been told that this was off-limits and an infection risk before a date several weeks in the future, but weighed against the food for my soul this swim provided, it was very, very worth it! The weed had been cut, the swans were proudly escorting their massive brood, … More Hanging On To The Pieces
Within ten minutes he had his trousers around his knees and was begging for a blow job!
Maybe I am a prude, but in the circles I have socialised in thus far, this is not considered normal behaviour. … More Online Dating Scrapes, Restraining Orders, Onesies and Leaving It All Behind.
Last year, my local triathlon club race came around and, I was too chemo poorly to get myself to the finish line and cheer friends over the finish line. This year I did it. I did it! A standard distance triathlon. It took me 3 hours 15 minutes and 34 seconds, nothing to write home about, placing me securely on the last page of results, but I wasn’t last. It won’t be the last. I was guilty of thinking in darker, lonelier moments that this part of my life was over. That I would come out of last year too old, too menopausal, too broken, would appear I was quite wrong. … More Online entry, a post race high and a glass of Pinot has a whole lot to answer for!
Thing is that is why I have chosen not to take them. I am rather embracing feeling closer to healthy again. I want to live as me, and be vibrant and happy and If that means that I will be here a shorter time, but with happy boys who want my company and even hang on the odd friend, then that is what I choose. I am very much choosing life.
……and no, I’m not depressed, just having a bit of a cry. … More I’m not depressed. No, really, I’m not!
So here we are, my little broken family of three. Eight months after chemo ended and a year post surgery, picking up the pieces of an altered life. This appears to be the point where the books run out, the friends support is worn out. Who can blame the stoic lot. They supported us all … More Picking Up The Pieces