12/11/2017: No room for Regret.

If in doubt, follow your heart. As with death, in life — there is no room for regret. I guess in some ways this is another cautionary tail. When my husband Bren was diagnosed with pleomorphic sarcoma in June 2014, we were shocked. It is a rare disease and was diagnosed at late stage. He…

29/10/17: Death – a conversation

  Death: a single moment in time where all that comes before is living; and so too, all that comes after. Grief is an ongoing process; reading through and organising my diary entries from the last 3 years has been a cathartic part of that process for me. Portions of the following post have come from a diary entry…

Housekeeping.

To the lovely friends of my blog, I will be taking a bloggers housekeeping vacation for the next little while. I am taking some time out to organise and transfer all of the archived posts from my blogspot account, regarding my family’s cancer story over the last three years, to calliemm.com. I am doing this…

17/09/17: Are you OK

One of the most important things we wanted to make sure the kids understood, when the time came, was even though dad was gone it was still OK to laugh and be happy about things.

Two weeks already

Two weeks: and although it had already been a while since he could, it still feels like Bren could walk through the door any minute. It doesn’t feel final, or that he has really gone anywhere. And I know that’s because he hasn’t in anything but a physical sense. This doesn’t make us miss him…

A healing hand

I haven’t really talked about the part Reiki as a daily practice and a relaxation technique played in supporting Brendan, the children and me throughout Bren’s illness and his peaceful passing until now. In the final months of Brendan’s life he asked for hands on reiki almost daily as it comforted him and helped to…

Cancer: the story of us – The End.

I had never seen him happier than when our brother Andy helped him get back on his surfboard for the first time after his amputation, or sadder than when he stood, leaning on his crutches, tears rolling down his face as he watched the boys surf second corner.

Good Grief

Grief is a funny thing. Not laugh out loud funny – more odd funny. And like dealing with pregnancy, raising children, training dogs, painting houses and any number of other things, we all have our own way of doing it.

love & rainbows

When rainbows turn up in unexpected places! Yesterday I opened my blog admin to check on  something. To my complete surprise a rainbow had replaced the top bar that has always been black… and it took my breath away. After accusing all of my sisters and nieces in the room of getting on my admin…

Second Dates, Beetles and Coco Pops

I was wrong, 40 seconds goes by in a snap and next minute I was standing in our lounge room, in front of this gorgeous creature, him just out of the surf and smelling like salt — me standing in my favourite navy and white stripe, Disney Dopey night shirt!

From little things …

Her little hands tucked under her chin in prayer position, lips pink with gloss, hair all tumbling curls pinned with tiny rose buds, I wondered how she was going to get through such a long day