Standing in the shower, I let the hot jets of steaming water wash over me. I could hear Bren playing his guitar from where he was sitting at the foot of our bed.
Mood swings are among the side effects of his medication. And although they aren’t that noticeable to us — he is struggling with them
“OK you get to keep your arm this time!” Reg says, smiling cheekily.
Taya finds us and speed walks us to the cancer hospital for a CT scan. We find out later that Bren shouldn’t be walking anywhere without crutches.
Recently I was asked to speak at an upcoming forum for health professionals regarding the general care for cancer patients in a regional area from a carer’s perspective. Those who know me understand how challenging and overwhelming public speaking is for me, especially from such a personal perspective and at a time I still feel…