The Cane Toad and the Shitstorm

Gazbo and I have similar “personalities” when it comes to holidays that require air travel with four children. We book them, with hope in our heart, and while we always feel glad we went, we generally bicker non-stop,… Read More

This is 45…celebration and joy

Well, it’s not 45 quite yet, and I probably should hang on to 44 as long as I can, eh? But ah, what’s a few days between friends? As you all know, this was the birthday I was… Read More

Terminally tired

I have never known tiredness like this. It’s a confusing trip when the very thing that is responsible for giving you a much extended life is sucking the life out of you. I speak, of course, of chemotherapy…. Read More

A scar cut through Sunday

Something curious happened yesterday morning. It was a Sunday, and have always loved Sundays. Gaz works five long days and is understandably fond of a golf game on Saturday. So, Sunday is our family day. It always starts… Read More

Many a winding turn

I saw my oncologist yesterday, to make a bit of a plan going forward, now that my liver mets are hopefully controlled by SIRT. I know I desperately need a chemo break…this has been coming for some time,… Read More

On mothering, and dying

I’ve thought a lot about whether to address this issue, and have decided that I will – but I will only do it once. A couple of readers have bought it to my attention that they are concerned… Read More