Being me in the world
I think life is all about contrasts, which, of course, is one of the things that makes it interesting. Last night we were sitting pretty much in the lap of luxury, being entertained by some of the pre-eminent musical theatre stars in South Africa and being lavishly hosted by Carl at his party. This evening,…
I think the word ‘awesome’ can be over-used. Today, I am not only going to use it, but use it over again… Tonight we were afforded the awesome, awesome privilege of being part of Carl’s 50th birthday celebration. And it was truly that – awesome. Carl is not known for doing anything by halves. In…
Today is Carl’s birthday. And what an adventure it was this evening. Carl wanted to go to Cine Prestige with whoever in the family could go. He loves the opportunity to spoil us 🙂 We all duly arrived to watch the film, bought popcorn etc and went in to take our places in the luxury…
It has been slammed home to me a few times in the last little while, and even more so recently, that we truly are social animals. That is, of course, why the social media work so well. We like to know. We like to be known. And, I suppose, we like to be known to…
It’s Carl’s 50th birthday on Friday and we’re all gearing up for a great bash on Saturday. He has asked us three girls (his sisters) to give a speech, either together, or individually. It brings is home that neither of his parents is here to do this. Birthdays are one of those occasions on which…
Sometimes I feel like a specimen in a lab, or something in an experiment (or maybe just a Drama person on show, but for the wrong reasons…) It’s not always easy being the patient, the one with the cancer – the one whom everyone around me watches closely to see how I’m doing, what…
Every-so-often I find myself speculating about this whole ‘living with one boob’ thing (and wondering about one –sided bras). I think that some of this comes from the basic need for comfort. It’s about me and how I feel. There is really no sense of needing to appear to be normal, or any sense of…
I feel vaguely vindicated. Today I was chatting to a friend I haven’t seen in a while and she asked me how I am. I told her about the chemo taste that keeps coming back. She said she had had medication once to which she had had a bad reaction. It took about 8 months…
I think that there are so many lessons out there to be learned, if we just look for them. At the same time, though, there are a whole lot of coincidences that happen which, I suppose, we could interpret as lessons – if they speak to us. We may tend to be cynical and say…
I will sometimes get towards the end of a day and wonder what I have actually achieved that day. This comes from doing work that can (and needs to) be done at home. Weekends are not a break, but are merely a time to be able to get up early and work into the morning,…