There’s life after chemo.

7 Jul

He ate it all. He ate until he could eat no more, then chewed and let it fall from his mouth.

He scrabbled and tore at it with clawed fingers. He destroyed what was left with all his strength…leaving nothing behind.

What is this? By what miracle can this be? A lonely seed of hope sprouting into full-blown joy. Pleasure, humour, enthusiasm expanding outwards and upwards.

Unstoppable.


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Put down the dust rag.

6 Jul

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Be kind to yourself.

5 Jul

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Get yourself a wing man.

4 Jul

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Give it a nudge.

3 Jul

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Sleep.

2 Jul

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Make an effort.

1 Jul

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Take your best friend on a holiday.

30 Jun

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Ask permission.

29 Jun

Stay cool.

28 Jun

Hers, nobody else’s. A good wide plank for her bum, and hanging far enough off the ground that her toes barely brushed the grass.

She didn’t swing…she just dangled loose, doing nothing at all. The air hung hot and close and the melting ice popped gently in her glass,