Friends and acquaintances have told me that my musings around my breast cancer journey have been helpful, and it is with this in mind that I thought I would share my thoughts and life around grief. My two favourite books as a child were The story of Babar and Heidi. These books were unwittingly my … Continue reading What I am learning about grief
It’s coming up to a year since Julian passed and what a year it has been.Apparently what I write is helpful, and so I have written some random musings. “The experience of grief is like going into space” in other words unless you have been into space you cannot truly understand, and if you haven’t … Continue reading Put yourself in someone else’s shoes
I consider myself empathetic and a good listener, but is that holding the space? I think it takes self-awareness and self-belief before we can hold the space for someone else. It means genuinely listening without judging (and that is a hard one in itself as so often our judgement stems from our own pain) it … Continue reading Holding the space
A few months ago, I noticed I had lost an earring; I had taken the pair off at night and put them on my bedside table, a few days later, one was missing. I looked everywhere, in the drawers, under the bed, I shook everything in the drawer and even hoovered it. Initially, I accepted … Continue reading My lost earring
This is a 2 part blog about my life at the moment which is on the one hand being there for my daughter and grandson and on the other dealing with my grief. I have often thought prior to even having breast cancer that just because someone looks happy it does not necessarily mean they … Continue reading Appearances are deceiving
I have come to the conclusion it was easier to go through my own cancer journey than watch someone else especially when that someone is my 15 month old grandson. Theo hasn't responded to the initial chemo regime and so is now starting a much harsher one. His breathing has been compromised hence he is … Continue reading Feeling helpless and navigating Christmas.
When I was going through cancer I was told countless times that I was strong. I wasn't strong I simply had no choice. Or was I considered strong because I chose to have the treatment offered or was I strong because I chose to get out of bed each day and get dressed and put … Continue reading Having strength